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2015-08-02 05:36 am (UTC)
A few leaves drifted down from where the Nogitsune had perched and torn at the tree to regain what he had left there decades ago. The hiss of canvas on bark marked him getting what he had come looking for. He came down much the way he had gone up. Marks of his nails were left in the tree, something the Nogitsune didn't give a second thought to. So what if a werewolf or other creature scented his presence? What exactly were they going to do about it?
Shouldering the rotting pack, he glanced around with a sniff to the night air. At his age, it had become habit to use all his senses to survive. The scent that the night air brought to him wasn't one he had been anticipating or wanted.
"It's rude to sneak after someone," he said, words meant to perhaps insult and drive out into the open what was trailing after him.
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