Ravensblood Forest Maybe we don't need no reason

The Hunter was living up to the moniker she had chosen to tack him with, deftly dodging to the left and leaving the brawler of a woman snatching playfully at nothing but air. She snarled, whirling on him even as he dipped into a bow, hips waving and tongue lolling, inviting her physical game. At least he wasn't offended by her attack. She didn't truly mean anything by it— though it was by far her preferred way of communicating— and as long as he didn't have a problem with the way she was, it wouldn't be long before she'd come around to his singing, or whatever other mannerisms he had that she'd discover in due time.

For now, she was quite glad not to have him cower at her feet or become genuinely ferocious towards her bad manners; she had after all been assembling some sort of play herself, not at all wishing to harm a member of The Family. She swung a forepaw at him, attempting to herd him into the spot of her next intended move, which was to jump on him and initiate a growling bit of wrestling.