Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

the longer he stayed in an area, the more he had started to realize that the kids they were growing were wild little things that didn't seem to be made of the same things that he was used to. back home, he had known nothing but the life of a young socialite and he had thrived in such an environment. there was nothing better than being able to flex his ability to chat people up. to happen upon young things who didn't utter a peep to strangers in the woods seemed more than odd to him, but he wasn't about to harp on it any more than he already had. if the kids wanted action over chatting, he'd give them what they liked and then move along with his day.

the pursuit was swift and easily accomplished with the stretch of his legs. she was smaller and capable of moving faster with a lack of body bulk weighing her down. the cajun knew that he'd put on a few too many pounds to be chasing kids through the thick of the woods, but he did what he could to keep up with the flash of shadow. when it seemed that her smaller frame was disappearing from his sights, buckshot wheezed against his own weight and trampled forward.

gone... the girl had vanished.

halting and lifting his crown upward to pant heavily, the scoundrel searched for her coloration against a backdrop of more shadow. it was like searching for a bullfrog in the heart of the swamp. his pale gaze sought every moving bush that he could latch onto, but she didn't seem to be anywhere nearby. it wasn't until he'd spun himself around to backtrack that he saw the flash of violet in her gaze and he barked out of surprise. the sound echoed in the chambers of his chest like a drum. the young thing met her mark and buckshot instinctively tumbled to the ground, aiming to wrap his forelegs around her smaller frame and pull her close to his bearish body.