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Having lived in the forest so long, since he was a boy in fact and almost his entire life up until a few months ago, Luther had something of a skill in knowing when people were about. He knew when to avoid them and when to approach them by moving about silently and by watching until just the right moment. Luther had always been a people-watcher, even when he had not been brave enough to approach them as a boy. Now, as a man, he lived amongst them which gave him ample opportunity to observe but little time to himself.<br><br>
Leaving the village for the day had been a decision he had come to when one of the local, widows had hounded him the night before, right to his very own door and Luther had had to shut it in her face. He needed a reprieve and so he had taken to the woods early that morning to run with his wolf, Flo, who had been sulking from lack of attention as of late.<br><br>
Flo, with better senses than Luther, baulked in her stride and Luther frowned, peering ahead. His skin tingled and he knew there were people about. Stepping silently, he made his way through the trees only to come upon a familiar face. The Lady from the village, whose cousin... Marcus... Luther ground his teeth but forced his fists to unclench. She was a kind Lady and had had nothing to do with the death of hi sister, he reminded himself.<br><br>
Yet, she could be useful, a rarely-used part of himself added. As a rule, Luther avoided harm to women but, in this case, he would not necessarily be harming the woman, only talking with her. Perhaps she could unknowingly give him some knowledge on her cousin. Or, if their relationship was one of less-than-friendly terms, perhaps she would speak of him freely. Luther could only hope for he could not carry out his vows if he knew nothing of the man.<br><br>
Flo’s ears were flattened to her head, though, and she looked beyond the woman. Further along there were more people and... horses? He could not be certain but he suspected so from the sound on the wind. Touching her nose, their signal for ‘stay’, Luther stepped from the foliage, trying to look non-threatening... not a particularly easy task for a man of his size. Flo remained hidden.<br><br>
“My Lady.” He made his presence known in a voice that, he hoped, would not spook her. Something beyond where she sat made him uneasy. Why would a Lady such as herself venture into this area alone? Luther had seen the posters and, although his reading was not exemplary, he could pick out warnings well enough. A man had died in these trees somewhere.<br><br>
“Are you well?” he asked. Although he could see no damage to her, he wondered if she had not fallen from her horse or something of the sort to be here alone. Besides, he got the feeling her cousin, the Duke would hardly allow her to venture into the woodlands alone. The man was nothing if not controlling if Luther had learned anything from their encounter in the village.
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