Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

shaken as imrathil was, he was quickly assured by the female’s posture - which went from mildly confused to unmistakably playful. his first few steps towards cyclone were distinctly tentative - as enticing as wrestling for a trinket seemed, cyclone was a total stranger, much less a stranger bearing a grim artifact in the middle of a rather spooky forest. 

he obliged her invitation with a guarded and easily dodged dive, jaws parted in a half-hearted attempt to nip at the flat surface of the skull. his eyes were kept on her features - no doubt to confirm any suspicious shift of features should her motives prove sour.