Navigation - Redbud Nook

Ah, at last spring was in the air!  Rœkia took a deep breath as Wolf hovered above her, wings flapping in the light breeze.  She grinned at the smell of fresh rains that had recently passed that would bring moisture to wooded lands and with it a plethora of fungi.  Keen garnet eyes hunted for the red tops of the Fly Agaric Mushroom, a rare fungi but a useful one that like many mushrooms could be dried.  She did not know yet if the potency of the mushroom increased or waned with drying but she had every intention of finding out.  First, however, she had to actually find her quarry.

Slipping through the new-growth forest she hunted with both eyes and nose.  Nearby she could see the fallen trunk of what once was a great tree now felled and laying starkly upon the ground.  Wolf landed lightly on part of it as his mistress went to snooping around, pausing every so often to gauge her surroundings.  She didn't want to get eaten by a bear hungry after waking from hibernation.

"Speech"

Bacchus would bring his large form back to the budding forest, he found it peaceful here a state that often avoided him. While he enjoyed the company of the girls he'd met since his return solitude was still his favorite and he would pursue her like a starving mutt. Mismatched paws would pull him along the wet terra, the warmth of the summer was obviously not upon them yet. For a long time he was alone in the woods, there were no other sounds no scent of any other wolves. Only the fading scent of himself and the girl Current, though they'd both been gone from here for a while now. He had to seriously consider his next move when the scent of a stranger met him. For curiosity's sake he'd find himself drawing more near, unable to see her through the trees, but very much able to smell her. He'd find himself circling around where he thought her location might be, his paws soft for his size. Eventually he'd catch a glimpse of her pale form and he'd cease. Unsure if he wished to approach or simply watch her actions. ""

"Stranger!" Wolf cried and Rœkia's head would snap up and turn to follow the sight of her companion. Her garnet gaze rested on a ruby-eyed male. He was quite handsome, or would've been if it weren't for the ugly scar right in the middle of his face. She would eye him carefully. He seemed to be a fighting type and he was a good deal larger than her. She was fairly certain she could outrun him though if it had to come to that but in the mean time she'd amuse him. "Hey there, can I help you with something? You're not lost are you?" She'd grin, her easy, loose stance hiding the coiled limbs as she waited to see just what this man wanted.

"Speech"

She was quite pretty, with her legs bound in darkness and the silvery fur that flowed down her back. He didn't have a problem just observing such an elegant woman. Of course all good things come to an end, the shrill voice of a bird would be the alarm call and suddenly her deep colored eyes would find him. His lips would turn up slightly at the corners, and he'd find himself moving forward just slightly. "That's very kind of you to offer help." She was grinning, but with that bird's earlier call he had no doubt she was ready to spring at any moment. "Wanderers don't often get lost." Indeed, he knew these lands rather well, though he'd been born in the North the East was where he'd grown up. "I couldn't help but notice you, and obviously had a more difficult time holding back my curiosities." He'd peer at her more obviously, wondering if she might let loose some of her mysteries. ""

Rœkia watched the man carefully, not intently, she didn't want to give away her carefully searching gaze. Wolf would flutter back towards her and land on the middle of her back, his head twisting to gaze at the stranger in the jerky, marionette movements of birds. Rœ would continue to grin, head tilting just slightly to the side. "What can I say? I'm a sweetheart, I really am." There was just a hint of mocking in her voice to suggest that she was anything but sweet and kind.

Wanderers don't often get lost.

Her brow would raise slightly as she spoke in a teasing tone. "Uh oh, you're not about to get all philosophical on me are you?" She turned back to rooting through the underbrush the slightly shift in the method of her turn alerting Wolf to keep watch while she continued to work. The various squeezes of his talons would alert her to various courses of action if it were required. "I see, you're rather hard to miss yourself. You have a name?"

She rooted around a further in the underbrush searching for the Fly Agaric mushroom when finally she spotted one. Oh…. so pretty. She took a moment to admire the deadly beauty cloaked in brilliant scarlet with scattered patches of white marking the six-inch cap. It was a near perfect specimen and in this time of the year it was brilliant find. Rœkia hummed to herself lightly as she reached out with her claws, scrapping at the stalk of the mushroom till she freed it. This mushroom was particularly dangerous and not something she cared to put in her mouth. Instead she'd navigate it to the shred of deer hide she was using to carry her wares.

"Speech"