Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

“i’m not big on socializing, so i really couldn’t tell you,” she shot back, tail giving one lazy sweep behind her. “they aren’t usually looking for conversation, usuallly just chasing me off.” she kept her eyes forward now, muzzle tilted into the shifting light—but the slight smile tugging at her lip proved she wasn’t to all disapproving. if anything, she was feeding him rope just to see how much he’d take.

the man seemed to double down then, and something bright flickered across her features. annoyance wasn’t quite right. neither was offense. more like a spark being flipped back at him. hazel irises flit to him briefly before returning to the trees with a satisfied hum, a breath of laughter. he was thicker than she was in build, and she’d stake her life on the fact that she had more experience in escaping than he did.

“oh, is that how that works?” she tilts her head to a foxish little angle, meeting his sideways glance with one of her own. “depends, big guy. you gonna give me a head start on account of those ‘big strides’?”