Whittle Away the Time We Have

Despite the black gaze of the dark, monstrous sized wolf before her his words made her feel…. Almost disgruntled. Well how was she supposed to know if she was doing it right? It wasn’t like anybody had ever bothered to full her in. She glanced down at the rabbit, and then back towards him, sucking in a breath. Not a victim, dammit. Not a victim. She shook snow from her coat, though her eyes didn’t leave him.

Somehow his words did not seem a comfort. The laughter - well perhaps intending to be airy, struck her more as eerie. Alone in the woods as she was with this demon-eyed giant. He stepped closer, and it sent her heart rate spiking. It was that, more than anything else that did it. She pulled herself to her paws and stared him down. Smart perhaps didn’t describe her, but stubborn certainly did. She did it to prove to herself that she could.

“Alastor. You can call me Sera. I’ve been working on my... stealth” she added dryly to explain her strange hunting style. “And i’m not afraid.” Not that she would ever admit to, anyway.

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