Where Your Reality Drowns

As the brute slinked towards the warren Casseila's words were heard from behind. A double yes. His lips flicked upward in an involuntary grin but he spared her a response. His pale eyes were settled on the Rabbit dens with mild interest. As the grew closer the babe offered a a few statements and Incubus nodded. "They are fast creatures though and sometimes they can fight back. The big ones, that is." He glanced towards the charcoal femme, "But, if you are fast enough they make a good meal and their pelt is rather lush." Incubus enjoyed lining his den with the most luxurious of pelts that he could manage to obtain himself.

Without another word Incubus moved parallel with the warren towards the grasslands. He moved through the tall grass with the wind soaring through his inky pelt. The sun lapped at him with incredible warmth, making the beast miss the creek they were just at. His pink nose stung ever so slightly from the sun rays and he knew there'd be a bit of a burn after the day was over. Something that he had grown use to with time. - As he walked the herd of Deer grazing in the more flat land came into view. Now, that was game. He offered her another glance, "What is it you do as a scout?" Did she obtain information from other packs? Did she merely patrol? Or was it a mixture of both? Incubus always fancied landing himself a role that leaned towards fighting. But, he figured scouting could be interesting at times. "Are you a spy?" A mischievous look replaced the mild grin as he eyed her over.

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