ROAR, Fear the beast

Walk | Talk | Think

The boy guided them away from the tree and its current resident which Anais thought was a good idea. The pesky creature would have likely pelted them with any spare acorns it could have found on their way away from it, and though it had been amusing enough when it had happened the first time to Crucifix she was not altogether eager to take his place in the target practice. Her smile was firmly set in place, as if having found a permanent spot upon her features, and though for the most part her yellow-gold gaze stuck to observing their surroundings an occasional sidelong glance was made at her grey companion, curious if he had a direction for their walk or a purpose. Not that she needed one. The morning was an enjoyable one, and simply having someone there to share the walk with was entertaining enough for her. Although she was beginning to wonder whether he would have been bothered if she tried to speak and fill the quiet.

Before she could offer any questions or comments to strike up their conversation again Crucifix suggested a hunt, and though she was not immediately hungry herself it did seem like a fun idea. Her own hunting partners had only ever been her parents during training and then her brothers once they had learned the fundamentals. Could it be as fun with someone that she had only just met? Or would it be even more of a challenge? "What did you have in mind?" Anais asked with a slight lean of her head, but rather than answer he motioned for her to follow. Figuring something was up, the grey-gold youth fell silent and stepped after him, nose attempting to catch up and figure out whatever it was that the male wolf had already taken note of.

As expected, she caught the scent and had her suspicions reaffirmed once they had found their prey. Bright eyes focused intently on the group, scoping them out to judge how many they had to choose from as well as which one might make the easiest catch. Which one would Crucifix decide to go for? Seeking that answer, she cast her gaze in his direction again, a silent, unasked question hopefully visible about her face and within the focused set of her ears. He was the ringleader for their hunt; how did he want it to happen?