Phoenix Maplewood You stand before me? I'm impressed

Here they were, battered and bloody from their own fight, yet now they laughed together. It reminded him of his time as a mercenary after sparring with a fellow soldier―albeit not quite so violently. She'd surely left new scars on him, but Corvus never cared about that. If anything, he wore them with pride, and he was ultimately glad to have fought such a skilled opponent.

The mistress snickered now, biting his nose before moving off of him. He found the action... endearing. Corvus rolled over, and a grunt escaped him as the pain from the wounds she inflicted on him began to set in. Still, he wasn't upset with the woman in the slightest. Heaving himself to his feet, the soldier shook himself lightly and ignored the added pain that followed. It was then the woman introduced herself as "Minori" with a polite dip of the head. Ah, so she was capable of respect, he mused playfully. Truthfully, Corvus appreciated the gesture, and his respect for Minori only continued to grow.

Corvus, He returned with a mirrored gesture, stepping back towards the rabbit's scent trail. Together now, the odd pair followed it.