She watched as Zayden became jealous, a little flattered that he cared at all. But what meaning did she have for him anyway? A possession? Arm-candy? It was quite enough to incense the young coyote, shooting a like glare in his direction. When would he ever get it into his head that she was not interested? Why didn't he just go back to where he came from? Where other girls would gladly take him.
Zayden could not get the looks given to him from both of the canines out of his mind, one from a beauty who gave such a sneer, and the cold glance given to him from the other man. He was not afraid, but fearful of the rejection given by Ellie. But someday--Who knows how long, she would be begging for him. They would be together, everything just needed time. He put the sword back at his hips, muttering a quiet Watch it.
Elody ignored him, watching as Itzal sent his own knife flying towards the tree. She could admit being impressed, after seeing it embed itself so confidently into the the bark. If it was possible, that could be her someday. The walnut-mottled coyote grinned, taking one of her own knives and imitating his arm, how the wrist snapped forward. When she thought it was right, Ellie tried and it worked. It missed her hopeful mark by a little bit, but it was nice that it managed to stick into the live wood. Tail flipping, the hybrid skipped to pick it up, returning it to the strap at her thigh. Whoa, it worked. She murmured happily. One glance to Zayden told the girl that he was not happy, he sat with his head rested on his knuckles, narrowed eyes pointed towards them. Too bad, he was a spoilsport anyway. Where was his sense of fun--Or survival? Sighing, the young Lykoi stretched her arms, ready for whatever was next. Throwing knives was not rocket science, nor was it a ridiculously easy sport. Ears tall, eyes bright, the youth asked conversationally So Itzal, where'r you from?
Green apple eyes were lit up, as she was pleased with the work. But it wasn't done yet, the throw was far from perfect, but still an improvement. She leaned against the closest tree, slender hand rested over her knives. So...What more can you teach me?
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