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The invitation was accepted. He quickly fell into line, trailing after Ying as she led them toward the bounty. Every few steps, she would shoot a glance over her shoulder to check if he was still following.

Birdsong gradually grew more prominent. The huntress stopped and looked up into the canopy for any visible targets. She looked at him and noted the stark black of his coat. Her eyes lingered for a moment, though her attention was soon turned back to the hunt.

A game? she proposed, wondering if he would be interested, Winner keeps all. Ying raised an eyebrow, curious to see his reaction.