Hybrid recoiled slightly, showing a bit of teeth, when the woman smiled at him. What the fuck was she doing smiling at him after their last encounter? Hybrid eyed her uneasily, not bothering to hide his toothy response. He didn’t trust her and he didn’t like her and this just affirmed it. However, her smile quickly changed as she replied with a yes, affirming that she was looking for a real hunt and not just a weird pansy trapping… thing. He didn’t know what the fuck to fucking call it.
He harumph’d quietly when she began to disrobe, annoyed she had waited until after he had arrived to shift. It seemed rather impolite and he would have thought it logical had she shifted after howling to ensure she was ready to go immediately. Hybrid didn’t like hold ups.
He laughed when she said it was nice to see him. He replied with a quick and snarky, “sure,” accompanied by a roll of his eyes. However, once she asked his choice of prey, Hybrid was all business. He frowned and considered the question, thinking back to the prey he’d seen on his last few patrols.
“Well,” he began almost amicably, “I saw some deer not too long ago. Could try that. I saw ‘m just north by the foot of the mountain.”