she moved with grace and breathless speed along the stream. snow dust kicked up behind her and for once, she seemed a bit more well groomed. no muck caked to her fur for the moment. she had the river and the snow to thank for that.
although she had no direction set in mind, she did change her direction and slowed her pace when she heard a call. one that lured her towards its source.
a man. large and pale and handsome.
she did not greet him with words. instead she dropped into a bow in the snow and stared at him expectantly.
she was not threatened.
no, she was thrilled.
she spun in a snow-flinging circle as he approached on his large paws, only stopping when he got close. and when he was close? she aimed to snip her teeth towards the thick of fur on his chest and neck. only seeking to rile, not damage.
her shoulder, her hip.
she wiggled like a snake around him as he placed his teeth on her, brushed her fur against his as if they had been dance partners forever.
a soft growl of her own, spritely and playful, as she aimed to nip upwards at his own shoulder. a taunt as her tail whipped behind her.
did she let herself be caught or was he a good catcher?
she would never tell, but it did not matter. she was enraptured by him entirely. enticed by his antics and riled by how he had, quite literally, captured her.
a songbird laugh escaped her as she tried to bend in a crescent moon shape to playfully click teeth towards his face.
delighted, she stayed near his side. not seeking romance but still in the state of bliss enough that she wanted to linger in his closeness.
Jorunn,
she hummed with a softly present accent. diluted sounds of a Norwegian heritage that had softened in her time away from home.
who will i call for if i want you again?
she laughed, rolling and fumbling up onto her paws. a wild look in her eyes as she bumped her shoulder into his.
i do not like gentlemen anyway.
a soft shake of her head as she set to follow him wherever he wanted to go. they are boring and bland. no excitement, no taste of adventure!
she liked this Asmodeus.
his humor was good, his actions were nice and now he saw it fit to feed her. it was all she could ask for out of a chance encounter. and although she might not have needed to give chase with him, she felt compelled to all the same.
the drive to hunt with him, the drive to stay close together.
i will find you again, asmodeus.
she assured him with a mischievous glint in her own eyes.
there was no bitter sorrow as their time to part ways closed in. only bright, radiant excitement for the next time she might encounter him.