Abamocho

A slow dark being moved through the land, seeming to gather darkness like a cloak about him. His eyes burned angrily across the prarie seeking his and Soleda's dinner. They had not hunted together in some time now. Some time indeed. He made no sound but Soleda would find him. All she needed to do was follow his strong scent that he had left just behind for her. He had made a straight path to the prarie hoping that she would follow it and not find some detour.

Soleda

Soleda knew her friend's scent anywhere. The fact that he had made it particularly heavy had made her sneer a bit: surely he knew she could find him when she wanted him. Spotting him instantly, she came to his side silently, eyes scanning as she privately laughed to herself. Adopting a tone that mockingly mimicked her own mother, Elena, she spoke softly. Now was that really necessary, Abamacho? Thought I wouldn't be able to find you? The tone was rather obnoxious, but her smile told the joke. Smiling still, she scanned the prairie, watching.