to deer or not to deer

The boy's returned words were as electrically charged as the fur upon his haunches and Aryn's jaw dropped in outrage. She had a hundred words she yearned to give back in reply, but even tossing them around internally she could find no combination of them that did not make her sound even more pathetic then she'd already shown herself to be. By the time she had come up with even a halfway acceptable sort of reply - something along the lines of, 'you're still little you rude little shit, a lifetime of experience isn't impressive when it boils down to 5 months in the end', Tor had already dropped the mic and headed off into a crouch, his instructions toward her delivered with the same youthful arrogance with which he'd insulted her. Well then.

Huffing her reply loudly through her nostrils, she reluctantly moved to the position he'd indicated. Except, it was a logical plan, it was the sort of plan she would have come up with herself if she hadn't been distracted by his sass, so it couldn't be seen as obedience in any form. All it was, was the desire to finish the hunt, maybe pawn the kill itself off on someo - oh no. Her head snapped up to glare over at him across the herd. This wicked little shit could not be trusted to kill a deer ethically or cleanly, not when whatever parent had been raising him had taught him to speak to a woman elder in this way. "Be. Nice." She mouthed toward him, gesturing sharply with a paw toward the deer, and then motioning her claw across her own neck. With her message delivered she lifted her horned head high, staring daggers into his scowl and waiting his acknowledgement that he'd not be a jerk in the deer's final moments. Only then, would she chase them towards him.

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