She didn’t know of his struggle, wasn’t aware of his feelings and inner turmoil as he descended from his home, and in honest hadn’t stopped to think of what her own feelings towards him might be. Yes she liked being around him, and for her to tolerate anyone’s company beyond her brothers for an extended period of time was unheard of, much less wish for a moment that she had more time with him. It was entirely confusing in a way she didn’t always enjoy. This is why she throws herself into the role the gods seemed to have shamed her for. Every inch of her body has been built for this task, despite the thickness of her body she is agile and moves silently, a grace belied by her size with all the patience and poise she would ever need. As she lurks in the shadows, unbeknownst to the simple herd beasts her heartbeat slows, her breathing almost nonexistent as silence falls before a storm she had no intentions of unleashing.

Then with a flash of movement the deer scatter, eyes white with fear as they turn tail and run at full force from whatever had startled them. Straight in her direction. Her ears flatten back onto her wide head in pure annoyance that someone or thing had disrupted her scouting trip. Leaping out of the bushes she dashes amongst the fleeing animals, dodging their flailing hooves quickly as she pushes in to the clearing they had so calmly grazed in before. She didn’t hear him until she had almost passed them all, his growls lost in the stampedes noise and his dark form a perfect camouflage within the shadowy forest. Her eyes narrow as her two-tone gaze finally lands on him leaping around so care free, full of himself in the prank he has played on her today.

For a moment the similarity to her brother strikes her, almost taking her breath away with the thought. She had seen the physical resemblances long ago, but now with his carefree nature displaying so brilliantly it is more obvious than ever. The barest glimpse of a smile washes over her black lips as she regains her composure, changes course, and sprints straight toward him. Obviously he knows she is here, knows she was lurking in the bushes and would have to move as the frightened deer scramble about, but perhaps he would have expected her to break straight through them.

Rounding the last of the deer she leaps, pushing off hard with her back legs and aims toward the tall form of Zaphkiel. She lands with an muffled thud directly before him, bracing herself for the high probability that he will run straight in to her and for some reason the idea sends an almost electric shock through her.