@kirau
To those who would be considered hunters, there’s a sort of primal sense that those who have not had to kill to survive do not know. Perhaps it’s a side effect of the enhanced sense of smell or hearing, the way the nose attunes to the scent of blood, or the ears learn to pick up the sound of fleeing footsteps and determine which direction they lead. Whatever causes this primeval awareness, it grants those who attain it a certain feeling about those they meet. Predators learn to pick up on the way that others move, the way they walk, the subtle body language. They can tell when they are in the presence of prey, or when another hunter is about.
As Kenpachi wanders through the woods, lost once again, he stops. He hears footsteps. Turning to look over his shoulder, he sees the wolf standing behind him, following him. He stays still for a moment, regarding the canine with his one visible eye. What prompted this hunter to follow him? Had Kenpachi strayed into its territory? Whatever the reason, Kenpachi can tell that this wolf is a seasoned hunter. He hadn’t been able to detect the beast’s presence until it was right behind him. No words are spoken, but Kenpachi slowly turns around to face him. He’s curious.
Does this one want to fight?
