Before moving on, Clove decides to take a few moments to collect herself. And so, she props herself up against a nearby tree, the feeling of the rotting bark foreign against her skin. Sure, she’d leaned up against trees before- but the fog left a layer of dew on every surface of the woods, including the trees- which left her pelt feeling damp and sorta sticky. With a little sigh, she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sounds and smells of the forest- noting the earthy scent that accompanied the damp earth, and the symphony of the woodland creatures who lived in the gnarled trees. It was sorta peaceful if you didn’t think about how eerie the fog was.
Clove? Her eyes snapped open, ears twitching on top of her head. Was that… Stepping away from the tree, Clove outstretched her neck and sniffed at the air- testing it for his cologne. Akito’s voice? She couldn’t smell him at first- having to walk several yards into the deep fog, before she finally caught wind of his scent. Was he really here, or was she imagining him? Only one way to find out.
An idea formed inside of her mind - maybe it was the huntress in her, or her liking of games and good fun - but she wanted to make this encounter… interesting. “Akito?” She called back, beckoning him forward, before turning on her heels and loping back over to the tree she’d been leaning against. Circling it, looking it up and down- she weighed out her options, before deciding on a plan. With a little oof, she scaled up the trunk of the tree- slow and cautious of course - until she was able to reach one of the low-hanging branches. Pulling herself onto it, she balanced herself into a laying position- hiding up in the tree, wanting to see if Akito could find her. The little hunter turned into prey- it was exhilarating. Perhaps he'd come and save her, like a knight in shining armor. The thought made her blush.
