Nocturne

*Artemis* · 03-10-2017, 07:32 AM

OOC: Phone post, please pardon any and all errors D:

Artemis knew that she'd lost the male's attention when the only response he had for her were an assortment of sounds, none of which seemed to form words. Thankfully, with her walking in the front, she supposed he could not see her roll her eyes. Small blessings, she mused.

Still, Artemis would take antisocial over murderous or insane any day. She was convinced that there must be a way past Ruthgar's prickly exterior, but it likely would not be reached through conversation. That was fine! She was nothing if not adaptable. (Stubborn would be another fitting descriptor.) She decided to change tactics. "Somewhere fertile, where the prey runs," she added on the her original train of thought, making it clear that he wouldn't get away that easy. "I want to meet to rest of the packs hunters and see how I match up," she said, tossing a toothy grin over her shoulder. She never passed up a chance to show off, after all. She wondered what all he brought to the pack, and what he might be proud of, if anything at all.

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