[Northern Wilds] Squirrels for Lunch? (FINISHED)

[Theodore Bindark]

Theodore remains calm even though he has an arrow pointed straight at him. He thinks for a moment."I am looking for the nearest city" He says calmly."You see I have been traveling for some time now and when I stumbled across your tracks I decided to follow them"

He looks her in the eyes."I mean no harm for If I did I would have set fire to you by now" He smiles. Not even paying attention to the fact that someone new had just arrived concentrating on the one who has the bow aimed at his face.

[Andalusia]

OOCThis is my last post for tonight, it's 4:25 AM here and I need to sleep! I'll be back on around the same time tomorrow, or earlier. Please wait for me! Thank you! She stared at the stranger a little longer before giving in. "Alright then, Sunberth's just half an hour or so away from here, if you walk," she eyed the staff he was holding cautiously, but found that he was not preparing to attack her with its magic. She wondered, for a brief minute, if the staff could make him fly. She barely knew a thing about wizards. She let her bow and arrow down with a relaxed sigh. The yelp not too far away was distinctly Dante's. Andalusia jerked her head away from the cloaked stranger to look, but could not find anything from where she stood. "Dan!?" she called out to her dog, and out came two whimpers, coming out in unison. One was undoubtedly her Dante, and the other was that of a female. "Stay put," she looked into the eyes of the stranger, glanced at Howlite wordlessly, and made her way through the bushes to find the source of the trouble, her bow and arrow in hand, although not in preparation to shoot. It's been quite the odd morning for her. The sight had more or less struck her as both amusing and worrying. A girl, quite lacking in coverage, had ended up tangled around her dog on the forest floor for some strange reason. She couldn't find it in her to explain what had happened for them, there was simply nothing she could think of. "H-Hello," she stumbled to find the words to say to the girl, and even the right course of action.

[Roka]

Upon seeing the entire collision of the now female and the beast, Roka had crouch low in the brush; A shadow among green and yellow foliage. He debated whether to continue forward or turn back now while the time was right, but still he stood confident he may lead the hound awry if he took chase.

His tail rustled about in the grass ready, waiting, but ever curious. He felt like a kit just stumbled upon an unfamiliar oddity and daring it right in the face. He was waiting for someone to make a move.

He began to slink forward when the fevered haste of the dog’s female companion joined him. He was disappointed that the game was likely ended. However the woman lowered her weapon and stared agape as any rash mortal would.

Roka found this comical and let out a small but fervent yip, his ears perked in delight and his head just peeking over the grass to glimpse more freely at the view ahead him.

[Theodore Bindark]

Theodore Turns his head over to where the hunter had disappeared to. He waits for a moment. The sunlight filters through the leafs above. His curiosity get's the better of him as he turns his body to where the hunter disappeared into. He takes a breath and then he walks over to the bushes in a calm manner. He steps through the bushes looking back once then looking forward again he knows the hunter told him to stay put but.... he doesn't really care.

He moves through the bushes and comes up behind the hunter. He then walks over to stand next to her. He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow to the site he is now looking at. "What the....." He says confused by what he is seeing.

[Andalusia]

Howlite made a few grunts of discomfort as he carefully watched the stranger inch away from his position. He didn't seem to be trying anything, so it would be better not to act drastically. Howlite nodded at the stranger, as if reminding him that at any moment, an arrow could go shooting through his back. Andalusia nervously scratched the side of her neck, unsure of whether to run for a blanket or to find out what had happened before anything else. The delighted little yip of a nearby animal caught her attention, and her eyes found little black fox ears perked up behind tufts of overgrown grass. "A black fox?" she questioned the creature out loud, unsure if she should immediately kill the thing and have its pelt. It would sell well, considering that black foxes don't come around very often. Or at all, she wasn't even sure. She glanced at Dante with furrowed brows, but the dog only whimpered back a response as he slowly inched his tangled limbs away from the girl. Andalusia took a few small steps towards the fox and knelt down in front of it. She set her bow and arrow beside her feet and brought her hands forward, coaxing the fox to approach. "I won't hurt you," she murmured, her voice sounding sweet and somewhat foreign. Her eyes softened and her lips curled up into a small smile. "Come on," she whispered encouragingly.

[Lusa]

Lusa groaned and began untangling herself from the hunting dog. Now that she was in her human form she felt much less afraid. Scooting back a bit onto the forest floor, she reached out to stroke the canine's fur in apology.

"Sorry doggy..."She said quietly to the animal.

Standing, she made her way over to the female who must be the dog's master, to join her in inspecting the fox with the handsome fur. "Silly fox, you scared me half to death! I am called Lusa, but you can call me whatever." The latter part was directed at the hunter-girl.

[Andalusia]

The calmness in Andalusia's heart was broken by the realization that someone had moved in next to her, someone completely missing their clothes. "U-uh, It's..." she trailed off, clearing her throat, "f-fine." It came out hoarse and broken as she quickly stood up. "Stay here," she muttered monotonously, moving away from the girl to grab the only blanket she had in her camp. "What in the world is going on?" she asked herself, her legs trudging noisily through the fallen leaves and little twigs, her mind clouded with confusion. She felt a little shaken up, having met two people in just a few minutes. She grabbed the blanket as it sat folded on top of her bedroll inside her tent, and made her way back to Lusa. "H-here," she said, her eyes focused onto the grass ahead as she gently wrapped the blanket around the girl. She looked quite frail, yet dainty, not thin enough to be considered emaciated or malnourished. Andalusia crouched back into position with her and stared at the black fox once more. "Are you coming, or not?" she told the fox, with a hint of a playful tone.

[Theodore Bindark]

'Well this is odd' Theodore thinks to him self. He looks over to Lusa. Why was there a Nakid girl in the middle of the forest . He couldn't figure it out. He then looks up at the leafs in the tree's above sunlight speckles his face. Theodore then looks back down at the Hunter who was now talking to the Fox. He thinks over the whole situation looking back to the girl he see's her eyes.He notices her eyes are different more like the eyes of an animal. He doesnt know what this means he just keeps his eyes locked on her face he then returns attention to the Fox rather strange in his mind.

[Roka]

Roka's eyes watched her intently. The woman's weapon was down; no danger seemed to be present. He stood as if giving her something more to work with. A clue to let her know he was contemplating his answer.

He made a breathy whine and flicked his tail, keeping the woman’s gaze. Suddenly she was gone and he had time to overview the others. The canine seemed more cautious than he and he looked back to the Kelvic girl taking a few steps closer, before the other woman had returned.

As she did his attention retracted, she was the one he should be worried of, but he wanted to trust her. He stretched his front paws forward, his haunches in the air, tail waving like laundry on a line. He was playing with her. He wanted to get close, but he was still an animal and felt conflicted that he should act more as one.

He barked at her, his face almost smiling in delight as he took a few more crawling steps toward her. Mid path to her, he rolled over in the grass and released another happy yip before returning to his feet. Her patience gave him ease and then in full assurance he rose wholly to his feet and made his way toward her, his small body marking a stream in the sea of grass.

[Andalusia]

"B'aww," Andalusia refused to express her delight in the presence of Lusa and the other stranger, but she could not stop herself. "Aren't you cute," she murmured, hoping that Lusa couldn't hear the cheerfulness in her voice, let alone what she had uttered. Andalusia couldn't help herself; such sights just softened up her heart in just a matter of seconds. "Can I pet you?" she seemed to say, by the look of her face; a crack of a smile with her eyes twinkling at the adorable sight. Once the fox had rolled over to his back, a playful grin on its face, she was utterly defeated. She reached out to the fox, but kept her hand still, out in the air, just in case. She didn't want to get bitten, or worse, for it to run off in fear. Dante got up and looked the fox over with a hint of jealousy. He wasn't used to another canine around, having the attention of his master. He turned to the cloaked stranger, who stood there looking as bewildered as he was, and ignored, as well. Slowly, he approached him and sniffed his feet.