Is there anything that's worth more than peace and love on the planet earth?

Medea was unware of her sneaky watcher, the blood still pounding in her ears and the adrenaline of the hunt just starting to wane. She was just considering how best to begin her meal when a voice and the rustling of underbrush brought her attention snapping towards the approaching male. She immediately adopted a regal stance, her tail lifting and her lips curling slightly. Instinct driving her to protect her catch from anyone who might try and take her hard won meal from her.

But as the male spoke, she allowed herself to relax slightly, grey-blues narrowing as she tried to place why he seemed so familiar and despite herself she felt some heat rising to her cheeks. She had been tracking the herd for so long on her own it hadn't occurred to her that when she sent them running they might nearly run into someone else. Now that she was relaxing as well she couldn't help but be drawn into the male's curious gaze; Heterochromia wasn't totally unheard of in her world but she hadn't seen it too much and she couldn't help but feel a bit fascinated nonetheless.

Then he gave her the answer as to why he seemed so familiar and her face visibly shifted to one of sudden understanding. "Oh!" She exclaimed and Medea suddenly felt even more self-conscious, the heat in her face growing warmer. "Please, you don't need to thank me. I couldn't rightly leave you there." She glanced at her catch, feeling the gnawing of hunger flaring again and when she looked back at the black and white male her expression was careful, her voice guarded.

"Would you want to join me?" She gave a graceful gesture with her muzzle towards her untouched catch. "It's the least I can do after setting a very angry herd of deer on you."

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