He wouldn't focus on how she watched him, he was too intent on searching every inch of the border. Bacchus almost found himself putting his nose to the earth, but refrained from divulging so completely. Who knew how long such a fascination would hold for such a task, but it was likely that he would latch on to the habit. His attention would be divided between the trail and Talvi's informative words, it seemed that really the possibilities were endless. His attention would fous on her, evident in the way he came to slow down a bit in his travels. Mismatched ears would swivel and attach attention on her more serious tone. Be wary of intruders. He'd find her gaze, nodding in acceptance of her words as he let himself get long again. "When do I get to hunt?" He would then ask almost absentmindedly as they continued onward over the path.
