Viridae smiled as she told her story. Rabbit. First thing he had ever killed was an injured bear, but that couldn't really be considered a hunt, no. Trapping first, then shooting, then he was left to hunt on his own. But his family was one of hunters, a web with a reputation for the dangerous. Not all chased the game of his web and at times he wished he had been brought into a different profession like his sister. Left with a choice.
"The cutest are the hardest to claim, I agree," He said with a warm smirk.
After she asked about the woman, his mind began to wander, and for a moment his face grew blank. Only when he realized he hadn't provided her with a proper answer did he sigh and roll onto his stomache, dangling his arms from the branch. He locked eyes with Synntina.
"You may think me ill. I'm not sure to this day if all that happened was real, but it feels that way. And It pulls at me sometimes. No, I never saw her again. But I feel like she's always near. Watching. Its odd."
He trailed off again and looked to the ground for a moment before continueing.
"Last winter was hard for me. Not long before, My father and brother set off for Falydar to hunt, and I assume my brother is participating in the harvest as well, though he has yet to choose a wife. Anyway, I was tracking a wolf I had spotted whilst searching the valley for fox. Beautiful wolf, Jet black, golden eyes, and lone. Perfect for a lone hunter. I spent a good two hours on her trail before a storm swept in from the east, making it terrible to see. Once the storm had cleared, there she was, standing in the center of this field of snow. Unfortunately, I was also in this field, and it turned out not to be a field at all, but a lake."
He paused another few ticks, staring at his claws, avoiding Synntina's eyes.
"Well, the ice was thin and it gave beneath me. I thought I was going to die. I closed my eyes to accept my fate and next thing I know, I'm in the tree line near a fire. Clothes laid out to dry, wrapped up in a blanket. Well, my tent. Wrapped in my tent. There was this woman there, and she was singing. Not normal singing though, some tounge I'd never heard. Like how some of the traders speak. Anyway, I fell back asleep and when I awoke she was gone."
He touched a claw to his lips for a moment remembering the kiss. That part was just for him. Strange, not a feeling of love or giddyness, but one of protection. He'd never been right since.