Out of character
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Aro was amused, to say the least, when Raoth got closer. Aro tempted to put his hand around the man. His hunger got to him, which meant his arm wasn't around the coyote man for long. Standing, stretching, and mentioning food got the other to stand as well. His body shifted and Aro smiled, then followed suit. Aro hadn't much experience hunting in his primal form, the form of his birth right. Once completed he felt the form out and tried to remember his lessons from his mother on hunting.
His eyes peered out, his body relaxed and calmed from the influence of his drug. Eventually his voice broke their silence, "We should go near the forested areas, perhaps a field would have a rabbit or two, but the forest should yield more prey for both of us." With that his long muscular legs began to carry him through the nearby field to the tree line. The trees weren't all that dense, but dense enough for some wild hog, squirrels and other critters to be hiding or traveling around comfortably within.
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