[ The beast he is on the trail of is middling, owing to his lack of concentration - sometimes it's off in fucking space, sometimes it's hyper-focused, his senses overblown, unable to pull them back.
He can hear Paloma, yes. Smell her, too. He stops and waits, and by the time she reaches him he's facing her, standing still but only in theory. ]
What the fuck are you doing, [ he grates out. Sounding and looking like someone who's on the edge of spontaneous nonhuman combustion. ]
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He can hear Paloma, yes. Smell her, too. He stops and waits, and by the time she reaches him he's facing her, standing still but only in theory. ]
What the fuck are you doing, [ he grates out. Sounding and looking like someone who's on the edge of spontaneous nonhuman combustion. ]