1/14/2025, 1:15 AM
It turned out to be a wolf, after all. She was shorter than him, but approached with confidence. Francis swayed his tail loosely, in small movements, to assure her he meant no harm. She seemed unafraid, but a little hesitant. He wouldn't hesitate to try to reassure the stranger.
Oh, no need to apologize; if I haven't caught it, I wouldn't lay claim to it just yet.He gave a good-natured chuckle, mostly aimed at himself. He was not the strongest hunter, although sheep were not exactly difficult quarry.
Or, they had been when he'd first arrived to this world. He'd been entirely new to this body, these instincts, and the idea of chasing a meal down as it ran on four legs. He'd spent many hours traversing the moors after a single sheep trying to corner the poor thing to put them both out of their misery, back then. He prided himself on a quickly-developed skill, now, though, just in time for winter's scarcity to strike.
In fact, we could share the hunt and the spoils, if you'd like.He tilted his head slightly, expression relatively open. There was a clear intelligence chugging away behind his amber gaze, but an otherwise openly nonthreatening demeanor about him. Francis was not the sort to go traipsing around the no-man's-lands and harassing polite ladies minding their own business - and he'd put anyone who thought to do such a thing on the run with their tail between their legs.
But...I am happy to leave the sheep to you, instead, if you prefer.He did know more still meandered across the moors, and some even inside the borders of the Eastbourne. If it was mutton the Concordians wanted, he had other options he could pursue.