smell like liquour u been out all night

It was slowly beginning to dawn on her that Firefly might not actually have a plan. It was just a little niggling feeling in the back of her mind, but it was there. Yami paid it no mind so far--it wasn't like he'd promised her a future. He'd promised an epic adventure, and so far, that's what he was delivering. Kind of.

What did it matter anyway? She was smitten. As Firefly spotted their prey ahead, Yami had been watching him, fantasizing about how much he loved her and what their evening together would bring. When he growled, her ears flattened in embarassment. Had he heard her thoughts? Was he telling her she was being stupid? Did he change his mind about her? Did he...

Oh. Deer. Yami held back the sigh of relief as she slid into a hunter's crouch and stalked after him.