Haemon caught sight of the young female a long time after he had felt her presence, her heart racing, fuelled by whatever emotion ran through her head. In the manner in which she addressed him, he guessed that it was not fear. Oh, how the young could be so utterly foolish. He closed the distance between him and her, tall and slender, hanging over her like a stretched shadow at dusk. He fixed her with blood eyes and after a moment his voice leeched out in reply.
‘Clever girl,’ But then again maybe not, being on the boarders of this pack and in the presence of a shaman didn’t seem to phase this teen. Curious indeed, he stood his ground, there was no need to intimidate the female, he already stood a great deal taller than her and it had no effect. His eyes remained fixed to her emerald green and after a pause a small spark of hunger flickered across his bloody irises, 'What brings you here?’