Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

     Gotta keep things lively. He grinned,a light-hearted, sheepish exterior as they walked. She winked and he almost stopped right there; almost told the world to stop this cruel trick. What if he woke up one day? Woke up and realized this was all just a dream? His honey-golden pelage was growing darker in the somber strokes of dusk, shifting into an auburn appeal of bronze and feathered gold. Similarly, the fae beside him seemed to be growing enhanced - the lines that raced along her figure thickening with every direct beam.

     Embry chuckled as she played along, his pawsteps slow and loose. He could feel himself mellowing at the sight of the sun as it ran closer to the horizon, hours from nodding beneath the waves of jagged earth beneath. What was below what lay before them? He had no time to think of such philosophy. He had all the knowledge he needed right beside him. When she struggled to contain her laughter, his grin widened. She was so darn cute.

     "To join you? I didn't think it would be so easy." He tipped his head to the side, a roguish glint in his sea-green pools. "Dunno. I guess I thought it would take a bit more persuasion, is all. Maybe I thought you'd like to fight over some caribou fur or something..." He nudged her shoulder playfully, striking a paw out of in front of her path in an attempt at tripping the female. Of course, he wouldn't actually deal any damage. If she fell, he could easily counter the motion. But he knew what he was dealing with. Wounded or not, she was a huntress. She had agility - something he unfortunately did not so easily withhold. Plus, this was fun. Extremely fun. "Tell me, do you always make a guy want to attack you?"