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The russet woman was taking her time, weaving through the woods with silent footsteps; light as a feather with grace in each step she took. She was keeping her nose closer to the ground, trying to catch his scent. When his musk hit her, Makani's face lit up and she quickly followed suit, keeping her poise but eager to find him. She came around a thick wall of vegetation, and there she saw him. Dual colored eyes rested on the muddy hues of his back, while a large smile spread across her face. "Daemon!" She chirped, bouncing over to his casual form with an almost giggly expression upon her delicate face. She left a small gap between them, before asking, "May I join you?" Women in their culture had to be extra respectful of their men, but Daemon was even more special than that. Makani valued his opinions highly, and would do all in her power to please him.