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She blinked at him blandly before asking, "Must you curse? It's so...unrefined." She pulled off her pack and rotated her shoulders a bit. It had been a long while since she'd had to carry it for any extended amount of time. It wasn't intended to sound prissy even though she knew it did. She could hardly speak against him because she said things that made sailors blush as Fury. Dirty things. Violent things. Whatever popped into her head, often accompanied by a plethora of unnecessary curse words.

But he didn't know that yet and she didn't plan on telling him anytime soon. If he met Fury, the omission would the least of his concerns. She got down on all fours for a moment and walked in a few small circles, covering the area in her scent before plopping down in it. She curled her legs and paws against her chest, and curled her tail around her face, murring contentedly. He shrugged his broad shoulders helplessly. "I am sorry princess, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm just a grunt from the country. I've cursed since my pa stopped smacking me for it. And it seems we have different views on the subject, but I'll make it clear now. By your reckoning, I'm a murderer. And I guess you're right. I'm a killer. An arsonist. If you believe in hell, sweetie, then I am definitely going there. But I'm all you've got for protection, so if you have a problem with bloodshed I'd turn your pretty little head the other way because I'm not going to stand by and let you be slaughtered."

He left her alone after that, respecting her need for rest. He'd had dogs before, and found he was tempted to pet her ears and scratch her neck. He fought he urge simply because he wanted to keep his hands and fingers intact. He didn't understand furs scientifically, but he knew the friendly gesture might offend her. Instead, when he heard her light breathing he removed his cloak, and gently laid it on top of her before heading back to his rock. Unable to sleep, he kept watch, and found that his eyes often wandered back in the direction of the slinky, fluffy tailed female.

She woke herself at dawn with a long stretch. It was at this time every morning she was supposed to open the shrine doors and light the ceremonial candles. She would begin the wash and rouse the sisters. Early mornings and late long evenings were common place to her and for a moment she was confused as to why she was lying in a gentle depression in the ground, rather than fighting out of an overstuffed bed. Everything rushed back to her mid-stretch and she sighed softly, an inaudible whimper in her voice. She let her body relax before picking herself up and scrubbing at her face. She licked her forepaws and rubbed them around her eyes, clearing them. She cleaned behind her ears and languidly looked around for her soldier. She chided herself. Since when had he become her soldier? His scent was everywhere, the same as hers, and she smelled it fresh in the nearby area. Her first goal of the day was to find him.

Jason hadn't bothered to stay for her to awaken, figuring she'd be a late riser. He had woken only an hour before her to find water to cleanse himself and drink. He hadn't had a drink in two days ago, and he was sure the priestess to get dehydrated. He hadn't left her a message saying he would return but hurried to fill his waterskin anyway. If on the off chance she did wake earlier than he expected her to, he figured he wouldn't be hard to track. He hastily washed the blood and smoke from his hair, though the smell of both still lingered. He lamented that he could do nothing about his black clothing. HE had left her his sword on the off chance that she might need it, though he know vaguely wondered if she'd even be able to lift it.

The slender fox slunk from the camp on all fours, excitement dancing in her green eyes. It was always nice to start the day with a friendly hunt. She let her belly lower to the ground and paced forward, keeping to the grass and skirting around the taller grasses and padding silently along. His trail wasn't hard to follow and she caught sight of him moments later. Did he have no idea how blatant his visible trail was, she wondered idly. She made a wide turn to come up behind him, being smart enough to keep out of not only arm's length, but swords length as well.

She hadn't noticed the unsheathed sword sticking out of the dirt back at camp and assumed he still had it on his person. She took in his appearance from behind and gave a feral smile of appreciation. She was a woman and felt she only had the right to ogle him a bit. She certainly hadn't complained when he'd done it to her. She began stalking him in wide circles, occasionally making the grass rattle before darting away from the area. Her speed may have been all she had, but it was impressive. She could dodge a bullet - for the most part - if she had to.

The war had honed the boys senses to elite levels, and though they were nothing compared to the vixens, the small rattle of grass had him on edge. He paused and listened discreetly. There was no wind, he noted. No reason for the grass to sway the way it did. He could figure it was her. If he took a leap of faith and didn't throw the dagger he had ready in his boot. He went so far as to pull it out to give the impression he was actually afraid of whatever lurked in the grass, going down into a stealthier stance and taking long steps, making sure his heel hit first, then slowly lowering the rest of his foot. It improved his balance for whatever might be in store, although he had never wanted someone to be fucking with him so badly. If she were a stealth assassin he would be dead. He could hardly tell where she was, and where she was pretending to be.

The adventure took a bit longer, but if she wanted to play, he had no choice but to go along with it. He was struck by the notion that he liked murder games. He liked wondering if he would die. The adrenaline high was enough to make him smirk. Going back to camp would take hours if she didn't show herself, but he could see her flash closer to him sometimes, revealing a streak of deep red brown fur and making him uncharacteristically smile to himself. He considered bolting for the camp to see if he was being stalked by a feral and could just shoot it, but the fear of it being an assassin had excited sweat pouring down his back.

Camp was close, but they could afford a few more minutes of playtime, at least. He spun around on his heel, eyes searching. He couldn't see her anymore but the rustles from the grass had been dangerously close. Frighteningly close if she meant to kill him. She had advantages he didn't and it worried him that she hadn't revealed herself. The grass all around him swayed gently as he tensed, holding the dagger out defensively and searching for her with intense hazel eyes.

She slid up behind him, mere feet away. She knew he was in on her game by now and bunched her muscles silently. He was riled up not knowing if it was her specifically, but knowing that he was being toyed with made him less tense than he might have been otherwise. She made no sound as she paced towards him a bit. She stopped about a yard from where he stood and coiled her muscles up and let them loose, sending her in a long sinewy arch towards him. She landed on his shoulder and automatically curled her legs around his hips, endangering his manhood in a very Fury-like embrace. She put her arms underneath his in a lightning fast movement and pressed her teeth firmly into the side of his neck. Right over the heavy flow of his arteries. He could have easily thrown her to the ground or killed her, but she took a leap of faith that he wouldn't. It was a big leap, but she hoped it was not a misguided one.