Barrow Fields going to california with an achin' in my heart

The shadow let out a breathy, quiet giggle at the male's words, eyes flitting away then back coyly.
Do you have a taste for sweet things, Shale? Tine inquired playfully, not attempting to hide her intent. She didn't give him a chance to respond; the Messeda girl gestured for him to follow and then was off in the direction the male's gaze had wandered.
Samaantine kept a brisk pace, but glanced behind her to make sure Shale was following. If he attempted to catch up to her, she would speed up, making it into a game-- but the girl would only run so fast if this happened. Part of her wanted to be caught herself, though the thought of prey had not left her mind entirely yet. She kept half her attention to the scents nearby, hoping to at least pick up a trail if she wasn't about to get laid.