Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

Embry traced Feyre's body - the lines that curved and swayed across her form - as she moved, albeit hesitantly, toward the stream. Her tawny coat seemed to shimmer in the illumination, caught in the cross-fire of both the sun and water. He took special care to capture that image; it's serenity a friend long gone and gladly welcomed. It would be sequestered into the deepest of his mental arsenal, cached away among the few beautiful memories he kept pinned in his mind. 

     He let his ears droop slightly as she spoke, trepidation lacing his gaze. His tail quieted in its motion, slightly abated as she prowled across the marshy bank. My huntress. Even when she was angry (and certainly frightening), she was something of a different kind. Majesty this world simply struggled to withhold, he supposed. The prickling consternation that had previous enveloped him ebbed into sheer empathy. He hadn't intended to question her authority over these recent turn of events. Thus, he backtracked. Quickly.

     "Right, right. I just don't want to see you get tangled up in this mess with me." He walked alongside the female now, properly positioned so that their pelts only briefly touched. She had been accurate in moving away; correct in stifling his hopes of a... pleasant night. The time wasn't right to engage in anything more than what they already now pursued - the destination. With the prospective journey ahead, they would get a lot of time to get to know eachother better. "I guess it's a little late now... I'm glad you're here. With me." He searched her gaze as they walked, shoulders bobbing with each pawstep; the earth a gentle incline beneath him. "Now's as good a time as any to find out who's behind this princess beside me. Feyre, right? - he grinned for good measure, sea-green gaze sportive - Nice to meet you. I'm Embry, but you probably didn't know that. What brings a lady like you to a place like this?" And while his voice was playing the part well, his eyes grew more transient; reserved to the point of reverence.