09-13-2021, 09:40 PM
This is right after the thread with Tove, outside of the mountain.
He followed her at a slow pace, if only to give her time to cool off. While the gilded man was a fan of her bite and bark both, he knew better than to approach the woman when her flame was so all-consuming. If he chose to close the distance before her temper cooled, there was no question if he would sport blood-marks that he was sure she would not be pleased to answer for, for he would answer in kind and it would not be the play-marks he normally scored upon her.
When he did approach, it was with a fattened squirrel hanging from his jaws by the tail, its body limp from a bone-crushing pounce. Its fate had been decided in the moment he had laid eyes upon it; Stjornuati was careful not to let his teeth puncture the tiny creature's body, ensuring its freshness as he made his way to the flame-licked woman, the distance between them closing as he paced himself a hair faster now.
Were it a normal day, had he not followed her from the fiasco upon the borders, the stareater would have met her in silence, or even in his own tongue but the man was no fool; today was not the day for such antics and instead, he rounded the woman and stopped when he knew he was within her line of vision. There was no dominance at play, no churlish, smug grin as he sought to rile her. That had been done already.
Dropping the morsel near her, Stjornuati met her fierce eyes with the darker color of his own and examined her for a moment before speaking. “Tell this one of your anger,” He requested, for not even he had brought out such a reaction out of her. This had been building for a while, it seemed, and he wanted to know what was going on inside that head of hers.
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