11-09-2018, 02:00 PM
▹▹▹▹ //oof sorrythis is so late man this week's been crazy
Atticus took a breath in, starting to shift his body forward to make his strike, a paw barely beginning to move to help launch him towards the small bit of prey, when his body stopped and froze at the sound of something coming from his side. His gaze alone slowly shifted to see what was approaching, but he nearly had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the familiar flash of a red cloak. The rabbit, who was faintly distracted by the inclination of Kit's presence, had no chance against the silently-stalking Agathe, even with her bright red beacon of a cloak. Instead, he watched idly, sinking back down onto his belly as the Astral Serpah lept and quickly made the kill her own. Yet, he did not make himself known, quietly sitting and staring at the girl in front of him and the kill that was supposed to have been his. Of course, he was hardly making an attempt, anymore, to hide himself, so as her voice turned to address him, he sighed softly and began to rise up to his full height, stepping out from the underbush, though stepping around her instead to go fetch his basket from earlier.
"We will call it compensation for the moose," he answered softly, his low voice rumbling for a moment as he finally turned and took a step towards her, sitting himself back on his haunches as he glanced about the area. He, of course, had long before noted Agathe's frown at his appearance, simply keeping his gaze off of her as he found interest in something else instead- of course, it was a faked interest. There was little around to catch his eye in the present moment other than the smell of blood from a fresh kill. "You need something more than a rabbit," he said- and he was very aware he was noting the obvious. "I was going to be taking that," he idly gestured a paw at the rabbit beneath her feet, "back to camp." He paused, biting back a sarcastic comment that dared to threaten at his lips, controlling himself for a moment as he shook his head softly. "What else suits you? Fish, more rabbits, something else?" the question was idle. For one thing, he doubted Agathe would so much as even allow the prospect of him hunting for her in any capacity, but he truly had no qualms with it either. A rabbit was a rabbit, and there would always be more prey.
Atticus took a breath in, starting to shift his body forward to make his strike, a paw barely beginning to move to help launch him towards the small bit of prey, when his body stopped and froze at the sound of something coming from his side. His gaze alone slowly shifted to see what was approaching, but he nearly had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the familiar flash of a red cloak. The rabbit, who was faintly distracted by the inclination of Kit's presence, had no chance against the silently-stalking Agathe, even with her bright red beacon of a cloak. Instead, he watched idly, sinking back down onto his belly as the Astral Serpah lept and quickly made the kill her own. Yet, he did not make himself known, quietly sitting and staring at the girl in front of him and the kill that was supposed to have been his. Of course, he was hardly making an attempt, anymore, to hide himself, so as her voice turned to address him, he sighed softly and began to rise up to his full height, stepping out from the underbush, though stepping around her instead to go fetch his basket from earlier.
"We will call it compensation for the moose," he answered softly, his low voice rumbling for a moment as he finally turned and took a step towards her, sitting himself back on his haunches as he glanced about the area. He, of course, had long before noted Agathe's frown at his appearance, simply keeping his gaze off of her as he found interest in something else instead- of course, it was a faked interest. There was little around to catch his eye in the present moment other than the smell of blood from a fresh kill. "You need something more than a rabbit," he said- and he was very aware he was noting the obvious. "I was going to be taking that," he idly gestured a paw at the rabbit beneath her feet, "back to camp." He paused, biting back a sarcastic comment that dared to threaten at his lips, controlling himself for a moment as he shook his head softly. "What else suits you? Fish, more rabbits, something else?" the question was idle. For one thing, he doubted Agathe would so much as even allow the prospect of him hunting for her in any capacity, but he truly had no qualms with it either. A rabbit was a rabbit, and there would always be more prey.