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Still the same densely compacted woodland fitted with tight trees and bends like all the other terrain the pair journeyed through, but the pine needles cushioning the ground were generally easier for Apache Outlaw to navigate through. Kaitriona was nothing short of a horse whisperer in any sense, but assumed she could almost sympathize with the Warmblood's pain of finding open pastures to graze, open fields to run, and flat ground without any irritable branches attempting to scratch the sensitive side of Outlaw's flanks. This travel from the Alaskan state, down through the tedious terrain of Canada and Nova Scotia surely had to be wearing Outlaw thin by now. Even she was bored with the consistency of traveling through what was the same damn forest for miles on end. Then again, it was nothing like the frigid blizzards of the North in Alaska, or the freezing waters of the Pacific near the Aleutian Islands. Kaitriona was glad she was as far away as possible from there, never to return ever again.
Apache Outlaw was due for a deserved rest stop and drink. Leaving him to meddle in a brook, Kaitriona kept her deerskin pack and Naginata strapped on her back as she wandered into the thicket of the Dampwoods. The tangle of streams that were like veins providing life into the Dampwoods also made the atmosphere humid, as she tossed her long cascade of dark raven hair behind her shoulders. Briskly walking upon an unnamed path, there was faint smack heard nearby, as it sounded like metal cracking into tree bark. Stopping, Kaitriona tilted her nose upward, breathing in the humid air of the Dampwoods, catching a masculine scent not too far from her vicinity. Keeping quiet (and with the pine needles greatly cushioning her foot falls), Kaitriona headed in the direction of the sound and smell to investigate further.
As an espionage in the Dampwoods, Kaitriona remained undercover in the foliage as she observed a dark male, tall and brawny, wrench out knives thrown at the tree. Muttering a frustrated sentence, Kaitriona kept low but crept forward behind shrubbery to follow. His entire figure expressed frustration, tossing the knives into trees that crossed his path. Kaitriona studied the technique he used, thoughtful on his method. There was a part of her that said to let him go about his way, but also a rare component who wanted to offer advice on distance and his trajectory. What better way to do this than show him an example of hers?
Attempting to be as noiseless as possible, Kaitriona dug for her throwing knives from her deerskin pack. When the male was about to walk past a certain tree, Kaitriona reeled up from her hiding, using a breakneck force of deadly swiftness. Her knife careened through the air, assailing downward at first, but hitting its mark perfect upon the tree directly in front of him. If he would have been any closer, it might have penetrated him. Clearly this was her way of breaking the ice, since Kaitriona really wasn't much of an icebreaker to begin with. "You try to always make the same movements with your arm and body, with always the same force." Kaitriona then spoke, her tone critical, but a smirk was slowly beginning to turn at the edges of her muzzle. Showoff.
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