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They didn't know each other except for the fact that they both had a sibling that was missing at the moment and they both needed comfort. She wasn't a touchy feely kind of girl, especially with strangers, but Hansel knew how she was feeling, knew where she was coming from and vise versa. They were comforting each other through touch. She essentially didn't see anything wrong with that. She'd never had a friend, but with the fact that they could relate to each other so easily, she could see something of a friendship forming between the two now-strangers. Yang would be proud of her if she made a new friend.


He was just giving her a smile when suddenly the breeze decided to swing back in, carrying that strange scent that she'd caught just moments ago. It didn't smell remotely wolf, but it smelled hostile. Dangerous. What was lurking out there? She could feel a sense of fear envelop the area around her and she realized it was coming off Hansel. The assassin was afraid of this unseen danger? That was a first. She didn't an assassin would be afraid of anything. Seems like there's a first for everything. He turned away from her, azure eyes dancing back and forth in the darkness trying to locate the source of the stench. She could smell the scent becoming more pungent; the danger was getting closer. He didn't turn back towards her, but whispered for her to run. Yin snarled, her anger from before rushing through her veins, thrumming through her body as audits flattened themselves against her pale skull, limbs bringing the ivory woman to stand beside Hansel. I'm not going anywhere. she snarled, allowing her left side to brush against his right side, showing him she was going to stand beside him. She didn't run from danger; she confronted it.


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