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When they first met, Victor had initially set his eyes on her because of Logan.

The runt's scent was in the bar, in that specific table that Victor sat down to and more importantly, on her.
It wasn't fresh nor strong scent. Rather ingrained, actually.
Meaning that Logan came through this petty little fishing village, surrounded by coast and forest, regularly. This place, and the woman, were part of Jimmy boy's yearly migration that Sabretooth had gotten whiff about and then trailed after.

So of course Victor wanted to talk to the waitress, ask about Jimmy boy and when would he visit again. Maybe the short-haired blondie would keep Sabretooth company until then? He could spent time here while waiting.
He liked quiet places with lots of open space to hunt at, and a female or two to satisfy his other needs.
The quiet and gloomy bar was to mutant's taste: roomy, calm, not overly crowded and the strong lumberjack theme brought back some good memories. Like one of Jimmy's birthdays.
It was a shame that the place got wrecked from their fight...
Maybe Jimmy remembered that, despite of his memory loss, but just not in the cognizant level?
Baby brother still traveled into Canada whenever he wasn't obeying the bald-headed cripple back in New York. And he seemed to visit this bar that was similar to the place and the girl back then…
Well, actually the frails were different, when comparing their appearances.

Silverfox bitch had been small compared to the tall and brawny Sabretooth, just tall enough to his chest with heels. She had the sweet innocent face and doe like eyes to look pleadingly when he was strangling her, long black hair easy to grab onto.
So soft and frail that one had been.
But seemed like Jimmy had chosen more wisely this time.
The present frail was tall, with long and muscular legs, being almost as tall as Victor himself, a bit taller than Jimmy. Lean and springy as how briskly she approached him across the room. There was confidence at her movements, for awhile.
But she also had doe like eyes, and just like with Silverfox, they also widened when she came closer before halting for a moment.
Staring at him uncertainly, fear playing across her light brown eyes.

Just like almost everyone did, when Victor observed them and his mind was at hunting. It was almost mundane how it was just one look that it took to make them afraid of him.
Sure, some tried to put on a brave face and act like they weren't pissing their pants when he approached them with lengthened claws and with the predator like smirk of his. His sharp canines showing while he enjoyed of the moment and the smell of fear.
But where usually the smell of fear was leaking like oil into ocean, gooey and clingy, this woman's was more like a wind creeping through ajar window frame. Tasteless and prickly like snow.
And like shutting the window it was gone, the blondie snapping out of the short fright and continuing her way to him.

And she was glaring threateningly down at him.

Now, this was the moment when the curiosity towards the woman really took its place, tentatively. Sprouting the seed that following Logan's trail to this village and to her had sown. A thin crack on the shell.

Raising brows to the sudden change on the frail, who now was standing in front of him like ready to take him on, Victor observed.
It was interesting. Especially when the woman just glared harder, and with irritation, when the feral male let his claws scratch the table's surface with his resting hand.
She shortly rub her other ear for the sound.
A brave frail then, but how long? What if he would just stand up and approach her, would she still be able to keep up the act? True, Victor couldn't at the moment smell much any other feelings than her being pissed off. The smell of anger so sharply draping her fear into undetectable.

…First what he came for, then playtime.
"What would you like?" the frail questioned, hands on her hips while Victor just relaxed on his wooden chair, smiling lazily. He could actually enjoy a beer, since he had traveled quiet a long.
"What do you have?"
But why not a bit trifle?
"The usual. Cider, water, beer, coffee or whiskey."
Rubbing his bearded face in thoughtful manner Victor looked more at the woman. Despite of her attitude she was acting uneasy: ears and legs twitching now and then, shoulders tense and stare a bit trembling. Heartbeat stronger. Only the smell was missing.
He could only breath in the spicy and ash like scent of anger, it mixing up with the sour irritation.

"Then beer."
Nodding stiffly she left. The scarred face of hers made Victor wonder more.
She had many different scars across her face and throat, maybe more under that thick red sweater of hers. And her attitude… Being Logan's fuck…
Smiling to the thought Victor casually rub one of his claw tips against table's surface, doodling something. Guess she was a fighter then. The clues hinted that way.
Looking up from his drafting the woman was walking back already, tall glass of beer on her hand. She placed it in front of him and then stood there with a frown.
"Anything else?"
"Actually", the feral started, taking the drink to his hand and moving the glass slowly around. "I would like to know have you seen someone."

Maybe the runt had already warned her about big bad Sabretooth? And she was ready to fight until death to protect the runt? That would be the kinda thing they, the loved ones, would do. Which by the way reminded Victor of the one important thing: was the woman a mutant?
Seemed like it. The feral male could sense something inhuman like from her, and she hadn't started screaming and running away when he showed clear signs about being nonhuman.
Others in the bar hadn't yet figured it out though, at least they weren't yet shouting it out loud. Not even the young adult man behind the counter, where moment before the coeval blondie had answered in a whisper to the ginger guy.

"Something's wrong?"
"I got this."
"…Should I take the rif-"
"Don't intervene"

But they could still sense the danger from him, Victor couldn't help it and he didn't want to. It was natural that weaker ones sense and scatter away from the stronger. Just like when he had sat down to this table next to window and front door.

After short waiting the woman, still standing in front of the feral man, tilted her head with cocked eyebrow.
"Do tell who?" she finally asked, glancing to the moving glass in his hands and then snapped back to him.
Chuckle escaped between mutant's lips, him seeing the frail's acting as welcomed change. And he was getting a hint of feral now as he was fixated onto her.
How long it had been since he had met another one...?
What was she then? Cat? Fox? Or even a dog perhaps? Something pretty tame, surely. Something that thought itself as something fierce until it would get face to face with something more powerful.
Lynx?
Guess he would found out later on, see how much fun she could be and how much she could take. Jimmy maybe had an animal side like Victor, but unlike the runt, Sabretooth was his animal side. Victor didn't separate himself from the beast that he was born to be, he was an animal who wore the skin of a man.
And so he didn't hold back when getting excited about things.
But yes, about his question of Jimmy.
"Don't know which name of his to use. There's few of them", just like himself. Guess you kinda collect names as you live through centuries.
"Short guy, black hair. Has… Hmmm", taking a sniff of his drink, seeing she hadn't done anything funny with it before giving it. Taking a small sip Victor lifted his wondering gaze to the woman. "Likes to pop out some claws out of his knuckles?"
Very specific thing to say, as Jimmy probably was the only mutant on earth with that ability.
Sabretooth was pleased to see the woman recognizing the description.
She however didn't act immediately, arms crossed and looked at him for a moment with thoughtfulness. The smell of small nervousness was leaking again…

"Yeah, I know him", she finally said. "He comes through here now and then at springtime."
The brown eyes looked through the window, Victor's own darker ones following. After he had come into the bar, snow had started falling outside.
"So I think you came here a little bit too early."
"I guess-", the feral man agreed while turning his head back, seeing the woman already leaving his table before he could finish his sentence. "So…"
She didn't even glance over her shoulder, boldly walking away, her back turned to him. Lowering his chin, glaring from under brows Victor stopped moving the beer glass.

The frail's boldness was amusing, but rudely walking away from him?
The sharp claws extended around the glass, lightly screeching against the surface.

Trying to held back from grimacing because of the high sound Anna kept walking.
Fucking ferals. Fucking males. So easily to offend without much effort.
If they were so high and mighty, so sure of their strength that they tried to intimidate her with it, then why were their prides so damn fragile? Never mind though, it just made them more easy to fall into stalking her and try to punish her for their damaged pride.
This new prey of hers was after Logan though... Didn't seem to her the feral male wanted to talk to Logan, more of the opposite...

Anna doubted Logan would be disappointed if she would take care of the feral.
After all, Logan should have told her that he had some enemies who would come after him and those he associated with.

Stealing a glance after getting behind the counter Anna saw the strong looking man still glaring. Yeah, he was coming after her.
Fighting back a smile the blonde eased to chat with the bar owner's son, who also was her adoptive brother, Gary.
The red bearded man was looking at her with concern so the woman pulled assuring smile onto her face and said:
"It was nothing."