Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

her brute of a husband has no tact.

he requests for the mortal dance — where two unite and become one in their bodies, mind, and soul — in a manner that almost made the rabbit come back out through where it once entered. she rolls her eyes, and moves away him. crimson eyes watch him, judge him, and decide.

oh please. she plays hard to impress. this isn't their first time, but just because they are lone wolves in the wild again does not mean they should act with such little tact.
then — a little, simple game came to mind. 
catch me. she starts,  dainty legs already carrying her through the snow. catch me like you did that rabbit and maybe then i'll give your reward.