lost to the hunt as I was to you; rey

[Daemron]

He has been hunting. They move together. The red wolf is again at his side – once sleek and swift, now slowed and scarred – but the scent of their prey is finally thick in her nostrils, and their gazes meet in the semi-darkness that preludes the dawn. A single look passes between them before eyes of flint and amber turn as one to regard the silhouette before them. The hunted is at hand. He has not known who it would be – only that they would pay. Whoever it was had brought the maned wolf to the brink of death, and it had cost his own son’s freedom to bring her back from it. It had taken time, precious time, for the pair to ready themselves for what was to come. Red had needed to heal. His wife had just given birth to their newest daughter. So he had waited. But the storm within had been brewing. And now, as they step out into the filmy gloom, Daemron’s blood thunders and his eyes flash. “You,” he utters with unadulterated malice, his voice a tempest. He did not know her name, but he knew her face – and a low growl from his side is all the confirmation he needs. His fury is unleashed. They are summoned from the shadows without a sound. Bent to his iron will, they have gathered in legions. They have followed the hunter, awaiting his command – and now they seep from the wood and from the brush from all directions, wave upon wave of hide and maw. Their tongues are thick with the promise of the hunt to which he has led them, and every eye is trained upon Rey. They are hungry. They launch forward – every tooth bared and gleaming in the halflight – a swarm of wolves with singular intent. Feast. daemron lost to the hunt as I was to you

@[Rey]