<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/><br/>She watched the way his face changed, and it made hers change as well. She grew more serious as she listened, her eyes softening. She looked away from him, not wanting to see that she actually felt for him. She looked back up at him, uncrossing her arms. "Well, then, maybe there is a gooey center in that kevlar." She said finally. She relaxed some, feeling less in danger. She felt confident enough he wouldn't hurt her if he wasn't given a reason to, but she still kept a careful eye on him. "So, are you on the run, yourself, then? Or did you manage to not get more than a slap on the wrist for killing your own?" She moved to take a seat, finding a comfy enough looking stump to sit on.<br/><br/>"You know, you might know my parents, for all I know. Does the name Lochlynn ring a bell? I mean, I never paid attention to ranks or anything, but, my mom and dad have been hunters since they were teenagers, and had been trained since childhood, really..." She trailed off some. "They tried to train me up, but, I never really saw much point in killing people who lived quiet lives either in the woods are in the cities. Well, mostly quiet lives. I can't say that there aren't some murderous fucks out there, but, that goes the same for humans..." She stopped herself, feeling as though she was talking too much, and she figured he wasn't much of the conversation type.<br/><br/>Towards camp she could hear the sound of fighting. Some other alpha wolf thing, she figured. She really was new to this life, and who she had to train and teach her... well, she was pretty sure he was Ghandi compared to Nathaniel.