Azuri was never a creature to judge, for harshness of character or otherwise, so looking over Warlow was simply in her best nature to treat him as she would anyone she crossed. His little simple mannerisms do little to go unnoticed with her, ever observant and keen to key into these things only brought her more aware of herself than anything else. Somehow it centered her, and in that she found some confided consideration in the presence of others whether it would essentially be good or bad. Even negative things tend to have effects, she wouldn't have gotten here had she stayed in her little bubble of a simple living. She remained ever lax and somehow quieted in it all, respectful, though she knew he wasn't all that much older she sensed somewhere beneath all of this it almost pleaded respect.
All life did, lets just be honest here.
He points out something she hadn't really considered, the hare perhaps not quite as fastidious as herself but she wouldn't be really sure of it. Well, actually she could, but it had that nifty little bit of agility as its upper hand. This lent to curiosity as to how he got it, though she didn't think too much into it. Instead he gave his name and a courteous nod of comprehension, but then to follow his lunge almost set her on edge. Almost. As he launched himself up and over she almost intuitively leaned into the brush, why she couldn't be certain, not truly establishing the foundations of her hormones and what winter had meant to nearly everyone. Naive? Oh yes, but she wouldn't let it show, not so easily. Turning to meet him she catches that smirk and mirrors it with her own, his words drawing her ears up sharp and her eyes filled with intrigue and a burst of excitement. How she enjoyed the hunt, it was simply in their blood to love this.
Sliding forward she shifted alongside him, brushing past and allowing that slightly too long tail to sweep in tighter as she slipped past. Rolling her gaze upward she simply remained quiet, sobered by the knowledge that he was smart enough to simply follow and know what would be necessary of him. She would lead, and he would find her, so off she began at a nimble trot dropping her head low and allowing her senses to key into the surroundings. When in this mode her body seemed to move with an almost pristine gait, paws landing in exact spots that brought about the least attention. Her tail hung low yet tense at its end as to prevent disturbance as her spine aligned and gave her shoulders and hips the flexibility they required. Her breaths were even, timed for each stride of her forepaws in and out smooth and steady to prevent harsh exhales or noisy inhales. She tugged in tight to the low ground and soon filtered into the scenery, tugging at each scent that would lead her down the proper path. When the indication of a deer crossed her she would pause and simply allow her nose to lead then her eyes to follow, to search for tracks or natural disturbance that would have led her down the right path. She never stopped, never wondered if he was following, only expecting that he was not too far off from her...
I am Azuri || I am 4 years old || I am an Arrowhead of Taviora || I am tied to no one || I have brought none into this world
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