He saw her before her eyes found him. Pretty in a way that pricked his interest he watched as she picked her path through the snow. Remaining stoic upon his hillrise he allowed his gaze to shift away from her slowly approaching figure. She spotted him, her eyes finding his grey and black frame with ease. Luckily his bad reputation was only known by a few and, given the innocence of her eyes, she had not yet heard. He was not interested in idle conversation. His time spent alone had bred a restlessness and his hunger demanded to be satisfied.
Feigning surprise, he startled slightly at the sound of her voice. Turning his gaze upon her, he smiled handsomely. “My name is Arithmetic,” he offered, his voice as smooth as silk. “Tell me, Salacia, what is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”
@[Salacia]