You Went Away

The brute agreed that his mistake was something in the past, a touch of laughter breaking past the boundary of his tongue. He seemed to be in a better mood, and that was enough to make Chrysanthe smile. She wished that he would have more confidence in himself - he was an impressive interesting brute. At the very least he agreed to tell her whether he was victorious in his conquest and the princess grinned as he told her that he would give her a heads up as to whether the woman became his mate. She wished him all of the best - and could barely contain her curiosity about the female. The jealousy that she had previously felt was either gone or placed on the backburner, out of sight and out of mind.


She was happy to have a friend, a friend that was loyal to boot and easy to talk with. The red faced girl laughed as he repeated the word, surprised that she would consider him someone close to her. She nodded, despite his disbelief, and held back another string of giggles as he blushed at her chaste kiss. He was such a sweetheart, if only she were older and he less infatuated with another. Yet she would not fret - there were plenty of wolves within these lands she was sure. It was too soon for her to worry about romance and all that went with it. Right now, she had a rank to live up to and a family to live for.


As well as a damn good friend to hunt beside her.


Demonio asked what they would be hunting and Chrysanthe rose to the challenge, jumping to her feet and moving to stand before the brute, her blue eyes meeting his mismatched ones. "Rabbits! They're everywhere, don't you smell them?" She barked, although she also kept her voice relatively quiet because she didn't want to scare off their prey before they even had the chance to hunt. "They're tough to catch, but there aren't many places for them to hide here - the trees are short and the bushes are pretty far apart." Which meant... "We have to outrun them and out maneuver them. But luckily there are two of us." The girl grinned at Demonio, before turning around to face the swaying grass.


"So what do you say? Should we try and cut a couple off? Or just look for one of their holes and start digging?" They were both interesting plans, and she was up for either form of hunting. Maybe they could do both and make this a sort of competition.


"Talk like this."