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[Minette]

He prowls around her in a circle, reminding Minette of a coyote pup that once did the same to her when she was but a filly. They were young and playing at the relationship of prey and predator, she shying with fear and the pup dodging clumsily. But the way Gryffen moves it is clear he is deadly serious. His gesture towards the trees pulls her eyes away form his white form and into the eyes of half a dozen large black birds. Doubt clouds her eyes, her last effort to war against the casual way he kills her hope. "The birds are watching? I don't-" Her protest dies as the caw of a raven echoes in her ears. Even at this distance she can see their intent poise, their eyes filled with an intelligence she is unaccustomed to in other creatures. Would these birds truly lead this stallion to her? Her shoulders tense. "Doesn't your queen care that you are holding me captive against my will? How can she let you do such a thing?" She is reluctant to give him her name, to hear the way his mouth abuses the syllables. She hesitates for a long moment, but politeness wins out. "I am called Minette." She shakes her head, tossing her mane and trying to free him from his task of pulling out the strands of pale hair. She stumbles a bit and presses into him, her body shying at the heat of him.