Yes, ma'am! D:
The sudden shuffle and scrape of claws and fur against bark made Matteo freeze, hand on his belt, ready to draw his knife. Then, as he turned to look, a white blur shot down past his face and he let out a cry of shock. Behind him, Jericho spooked and cantered away, making distance between the two luperci and herself.
Teo stepped back with a rumble in his throat, but it died as soon as he felt her arms around him. Gemma?! The boy gasped, eyes wide. He snapped his arms around her and shoved his face into the curve of her neck, not taking a moment to question her sudden appearance. Porca puttana! He cursed, a grin working its way onto his face quickly as he hugged her, lifting her up to twirl once before setting her back down and laughing.
Where have you been? Are you okay? They were only the first of many questions as he pulled back to look her over, smile waning towards worry for a moment. I've been worried sick about you! Looking everwhere. His voice dropped down into a more controlled tone, and then he moved to pull her into yet another tight hug. Mi sei mancata tanto. He murmured in Italian, not realizing the change in languages again as his shock finally started to wear off.
Nearby, Jericho watched on in confused amazement; one moment he was growling and the next, her rider was hugging the random flying chick? What the hell was going on here? She made a grunting snort in irritation towards the pair, but turned afterwards to rummage along the ground for any lingering grass stalks. Luperci were strange creatures; she'd accepted this by now.
