Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

The chaste nip had her ears flipping back and head casually tipping away with a hint of amusement on her face, as if she were accustomed to such antics. It was intriguing to see this side in such a brutish male.

The scent reached her nose, as well, stealing her attention away. Her tongue darted out to wet her nose and strengthen the smell, and then lapped at her jowls in anticipation of a fresh meal.

Arnarkla mirrored him, slowing her pace and minding where her paws were placed, the direction of the wind's flow. The huntress opted to let Cole take the lead as the hunt had been his idea. She wanted to see what sort of approach he would make and what support he would need from her.