The learned trait of patience was currently put to its test as she waited idle in the cold. Adrenaline from movement still surged through her form, causing her body to tremble subtly with the resurgence of energy with every heart beat. She needed to move again, do something other than stand for pleasant conversation, but she was not so rude as to wander off after only a few words. So she waited for her body to calm, for the cold beneath her paws to seep through the calloused pads and chill her limbs and freeze her veins forcing the adrenaline to slow then recede. She breathed in as her trembling ceased and was rendered still and attentive.
To learn she was followed by scent was little bother to her. Obviously if one was to inquire about another that was the only means to do so. Just as if she had wanted something from another of the pack, she would have followed their scent to inquire as well. Apparently the green-eyed father wanted something to do with her other than idle chat… unless that’s what this was. The woman sighed reluctantly, hoping that this wasn’t the case. She hadn’t the energy to humor a chat nor the will, but to comply with her accommodating persona she stood still and patient letting nothing other than complacence crossed her eyes.
An ear intuitively perked at his invitation as her brows mirrored the same intrigued ascension. Weren’t they fed enough from her earlier catches, she wanted to voice but kept herself silent. Or perhaps this was some bonding exercise just as she and Saluce had done when they first met… If anything she would learn how the boy was able to utilize his still growing frame. Upon first glance he looked too young to be a father, let alone a guardian to a Ryu and her charge. His body was not useless, but terribly unrefined, still in need to fill out proportionally that would only come with age. To the Nomad’s eyes, he resembled her sister very strongly, lacking the definition in muscle through training but had a natural girth that had yet to developed. She had been placed as a Mareck when she was born small and perhaps had the woman been there to witness this boy’s birth, she would have marked him as the same.
She looked down at the Mareck with a curious eye, letting the silence settle as she contemplated a response to his invitation. She did not know what he intended to get out of this hunting excursion… perhaps a meal and nothing more, but she did not bother to ask why. Her form gracefully crouched to all fours aligning herself for when the bone and sinew began to alter and shift. Situated to the larger of her four-legged forms, she extended her forelimbs out in a stretch to loosen the kinked muscles and reacquaint her body to its preferred hunting form. “There was nothing to interrupt,” she said at last, stretching out her formidable jaws with a wide, tongue curling yawn. “Where you choose to lead, I will follow.”