A bow? Jacobâs ears flatten at the sight of the weapon. The man looks vaguely⊠Hispanic? The light olive skin and dark fluffy hair hint towards that ethnicity, but the proverbial juryâs still out when he sees hazel eyes. The entire combination is, simply put, practically unheard up way up here. Maybe he might pass for a Quileute if someone just does a glance by on the way past. But all that doesnât answer why the manâs standing on the outskirts of the clearing with a bow at the ready, arrow notched and focus down the shaft. Heâs hunting⊠thatâs obvious. But hunting what? And itâs illegal to hunt in La Push without explicit permission from the Quileute council! Which means⊠this guy must be a tourist or some other outsider that doesnât know (or doesnât care) about the law.
That or he does know. And is deliberately ignoring them.
Either way, if this man stays here, heâs going to die. From whateverâs currently lurking on the mountain. Jacobâs eyes narrow as the stranger suddenly locates him. Great. And now they have this mess to deal with. He keeps an eye on the bow, ready to snap the air clean out of the air if the man lets it loose. Slowly rising from his crouch atop the rock, the massive wolf reveals his full height. Theyâve been compared in both size, build, and height to horses and Jacob shows exactly why that comparison is made.
A snarl curls his lips and he slowly moves forward, dropping from the rock and landing in the clearing. Dagger like fangs gleam beneath a coating of saliva as he steps one paw in front of the other, advancing on the man. Growls vibrate through his throat and echo in the heat of his maw. Even though heâs lowered his bow, Jacob doesnât trust him. He tries to gauge the manâs fear to see if charging him would make the stranger pass out. That way they could at least excuse his later stories as fabrications before he fell unconscious⊠Kind of the best they can hope for right now.
He mentions âshifterâ and Jacobâs hackles rise, body twitching as a sharper snarl barks from his throat like a feral tear. Nope. He did not just hear that. Two instances of unknown supernaturals in one day is more than he wants to deal with.
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That or he does know. And is deliberately ignoring them.
Either way, if this man stays here, heâs going to die. From whateverâs currently lurking on the mountain. Jacobâs eyes narrow as the stranger suddenly locates him. Great. And now they have this mess to deal with. He keeps an eye on the bow, ready to snap the air clean out of the air if the man lets it loose. Slowly rising from his crouch atop the rock, the massive wolf reveals his full height. Theyâve been compared in both size, build, and height to horses and Jacob shows exactly why that comparison is made.
A snarl curls his lips and he slowly moves forward, dropping from the rock and landing in the clearing. Dagger like fangs gleam beneath a coating of saliva as he steps one paw in front of the other, advancing on the man. Growls vibrate through his throat and echo in the heat of his maw. Even though heâs lowered his bow, Jacob doesnât trust him. He tries to gauge the manâs fear to see if charging him would make the stranger pass out. That way they could at least excuse his later stories as fabrications before he fell unconscious⊠Kind of the best they can hope for right now.
He mentions âshifterâ and Jacobâs hackles rise, body twitching as a sharper snarl barks from his throat like a feral tear. Nope. He did not just hear that. Two instances of unknown supernaturals in one day is more than he wants to deal with.
Dammit.