Private Tales The First Hunt

[Fraeya]

"Well, she must've been very talented," Fraeya added on quietly. She didn't know if that meant she was dead or not. But if his mother taught him how to garden, it was more than clear that she'd been gifted in that. Fraeya couldn't imagine growing up with those brutes who had attacked her in the pass.

Although, perhaps she could imagine a little. Those years before Delune had been a different kind of torture. And even with Delune, even now, things weren't safe. At least she could finally hold her own. Just like she believed she'd been able to before the change.

She paused for a moment, her nose taking a light sniff at the air. Her arm reached out but hesitated just shy of Raphael's wrist.

"Wait. I can smell fresh blood up ahead."

 

[Raphael]

Raphael's shadows recoiled as her fingers drew near and Raphael glanced down to where her hand was moving to even before she stopped. His eyebrow raised but he didn't comment on her self restraint, though he did appreciate it. Even in a heated moment such as this one she had remembered he didn't like touch. The observation was quickly forgotten by her claim. The second brow rose to join the first. Even he couldn't smell anything at this distance. He knew the Shucks had heightened senses but he'd always been able to smell the same things as them. Interesting...

"Where?" he kept his voice calm as curiosity overcame him. He wondered just how much she could determine before he would even get his first whiff.