A frown furrowed her brow. No matter how she flew and pounced across the terrain, his gait never faultered. Never did the same. She was certain there were plenty of obstacles even his larger body would need to lift for. Her lips pressed in a tight line, and her eyes shaded with another little sense of doubt. She couldn't smell the fresh blood from his magical cost.
Oh!
Suddenly he was before her, and she yipped quietly in surprise, couldn't help it. Her silver eyes went wide again, small mouth gaping in a silent gasp as she stared up at him from between his front paws where she tumbled to her side, leaning on a little elbow and neck twisted up to him.
"Why are you laughing?"
Well, she wasn't. Was he mad? She was most certainly not-- oh.
Amusement flickered beneath the renewed terror in her eyes. She was young, and sometimes she was terribly unwise. Although she was typically very silent, very cautious and suspicious of others, tonight seemed to be a time when she would speak and regret it later.
Her heart was racing with the tumbling storm of fear, her blood running ice cold. But a smile tipped one side of her mouth, and her eyes reflected an excitement. "You are terrifying," she told him like a secret, her lips spanning wider and voice a soft foxy gruff. She was mildly surprised she could understand him, and speak to him, but it was such a small thing to think on later and was easily brushed aside in her mind.
She did the same with the fact that he appeared in front of her out of nowhere. Had he teleported?
She was thinking of it now though.
"What else can you do?" she asked skeptically, but not quite as cautiously as she should, using the question to hopefully distract him as she edged her way from between his muscular legs and slink further away from him in a mask of bravery she didn't entirely feel.
Her gaze flitted over his wound, couldn't remember that there, but said nothing about it. Most likely he received it in the chase, and she would try not to be openly smug about it for now.
