Redhawk Caldera In the blossoming green

He thought he caught a glimpse of amusement, though it showed only for a moment before her eyes roved away from him in thinly veiled annoyance. He’d take what he could get, though, and was encouraged by even the fleeting show of humour. 

He knew she could be fun- he saw the way she was with Maia and Eljay’s kids, and he was glad that even if she wouldn’t show that side of herself to him, she had those she could be herself with. It meant he had a chance. 

She moved off without extending much acknowledgement and he failed after her, lunging forward to catch up so he wouldn’t just be left behind. She moved down a slope where the footing was loose, and the path crooked- but Bronco had spent his youth scaling Moonspear. This merely put his skills to use. 

She wouldn’t want smalltalk, he figured- not while they were hunting. But perhaps he could give her competitive spirit a try- he picked up his pace, and dodged off the trail momentarily- so he could blind out of the bushes ahead of her a moment later, still following the trail without a look back- the same way she’d dealt with him earlier.