<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/jtvqdw.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Anna Lochlynn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods<br/><hr/>Her eyebrows raised as he talked about the bounty on him. She supposed a pack of wolves this large would be an ideal hiding spot for an ex-hunter who was wanted dead. It seemed they had more in common with each other as she previously assumed. Not many people had their parents try to kill them - well, unless their life really just sucked. It helped her to relax a bit more, feeling like they were even more on the same page.<br/><br/>Then he talked about how they may have met, and she looked over at him, her features pulled into something more curious as he went on. "Ooh..." She said as she thought. "I haven't been to one of those since I was five or six, I think. I always just thought it was a big picnic." She smiled some, looking over at him. "Maybe I have seen you before. I mean, that would have only been fourteenish, maybe thirteen years ago. I was turned this year. A few months ago, actually." She said with a little shrug.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered back to their surroundings, able to hear dear not too far from them to their east. And she could smell the faintest scent of pancakes and other yummy things back from camp. When he started to speak again, she turned back to him. "You stay as you are right now, and I don't think I'll have to worry about being cautious around you." She told him his as she stood, smoothing her hands over the creases in her jeans. She looked over him once again, a smile pulling at her lips. "Maybe you should dress down a bit, though? I mean, I understand the whole you being in the middle of a pack of hundreds of wolves, but, you would seem a lot less threatening without all the... equipment." She told him, motioning to all of the straps and vests, "I mean, at least leave the sword in the hammock. That just smells bad." She took a few steps towards camp, pausing to see if he'd follow. She motioned for him to come with. "Come on, I can smell food and I'm hungry."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i40.tinypic.com/27yxzk5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Matthew Dillon</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Orion<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Cabin<br/><hr/><br/>Matthew let out a soft sigh, knowing he'd be unable to talk Rion into it right now. This was one of the more subtle conversations they've had about it. There had been one or two arguments in the past - though he was happy they never stayed mad at each other for long. He understood Rion's fears, and his hesitation, but he knew it wouldn't be like that. If the bite didn't take, well, then the bite didn't take. But it was worth a shot, not just to help his lover, but also to give them a chance of spending as much time together as possible.<br/><br/>He nodded when Rion said he needed to go for a hunt. He kissed his back, each just and loving and passionate at the cute brunette's. "Sounds good." He told him with a smile. He wouldn't run away. And he knew Rion knew that. He might meander away slowly, but he didn't like leaving Rion on his own - especially in the woods - with a hunter in the midst of them. He stood, pulling Rion with him. He showered more kisses over his features before he pulled him outside with him. He only caught the last remnants of the fighting, and he had to chuckle to himself. What a very primal way to pass the time?<br/><br/>He let Rion lead, following him to where the wolf's instincts led him.