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Having been so focused on the hunt, she had completely failed to notice the approaching scent or white hide as it moved through the forest. She had already dismissed the escaping quarry as a loss, declining to even give it the courtesy of following its escape with hungry eyes. Because of this, the huntress had failed to note the direction it had fled in, or more so, whose. Eyes darted upwards the minute she heard a scuffle, the muscles that had been allowed to relax re-tensing a moment later; she hoped that the accursed beast had tripped and could be pounced on, but reality told her the pig was probably rounding about to attack its weary hunter. Much to her astonishment, both guesses were wrong, and her wild gaze was met with the surprise of seeing a white canine dodging the pig.
Her panting was clipped short in shock, and she met his eyes with equal surprise, not knowing how to respond to the unexpected intrusion. The shock wore off an instant later, and her dark lips parted into a toothy smile. The mutts vocal chords rumbled in luxurious laughter, though the noise gently slipped to breathy punctuation, fatigue soon subduing the warmth of the sound.“Perhaps you should ‘ave been a dancer mon cher.”
She’d been elevated to nearly dizzying heights by the adrenaline, combining with a brush with death to form a potent mood of bliss. Her pulse was gradually slowing though, and as her heart quieted, so too did the elation that emanated from it. The fact quickly dawned on her that she didn't know him at all. Maybe he was a dancer, as her eyes gleaned over the pale lines of muscle beneath white flesh, she noted that he certainly had the physique for it.
Fluidly, but with a slowness that betrayed exhaustion, the dame pulled herself to her feet, curiously peering at the stranger all the while. She leisurely shuffled closer to the white dog once fully risen, though the energetic rhythm of her swishing tail belied the past excitement, infecting the otherwise controlled gait with a visibly sanguine sway.
The cool platinum eyes would rarely meet his directly, as she approached, instead flickering over his physique and possessions. Her head brushed aside foliage as she went, carefully picking her way through the wreckage, but the path was kept short to keep a modest distance between them.
“Though I think we both could do with picking a more cooperative partner in the future, oui?” Though laughter still echoed in the honeyed warmth of her alto, her habitual composure was steadily reigning in the elation – as she spoke to him again, her words were far more conversational than teasing like before.
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