03-26-2009, 03:25 PM
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  Yep! she nodded in affirmation, vaguely wondering why he hadn't said much more in particular. He'd glanced off in one direction, though, and she assumed this would be their direction of travel. Inevitably, they were all built to read the same non-verbal cues their species had used for centuries; indeed, some of Maserati's fondest memories with others involved times when nothing was spoken at all. Instead, messages and meaning were conveyed on a deeper, more instinctual level. A light touch, a soft embrace, and a warm smile could mean more than thousands of words put together. Alternatively, a sideways glance, a suspicious sneer, and an angry glare could do the same.Tipping her head to one side, she began to trot slowly in the direction he'd indicated with his gaze. Shall we? she wondered aloud. She could already feel excitement welling up inside of her at the prospect of this hunt... how long had it been since she'd hunted cooperatively with another wolf? It seemed like at some point during her travels she may have teamed up with another random loner, but the more she thought about it, the more unlikely this seemed. She really hadn't since she'd left her family behind at the Outpost. Either way, Brennt seemed like an ideal hunting companion for her, and the plan in her mind seemed obvious: her being faster, she could flush their target out and herd it towards him, where he could use his strength to make the kill. |