[seasonal event] atlas hands

The lion shook his head with amusement. Clearly Rex's curse was still in effect, and, to his surprise, being a lion did not make him immune to it. Trotting forwards, Remi gently nudged Rex's hip with his bulky face, turning his eyes towards her. The predatory amber faded away to a familiar sea-glass green for just a moment, before being taken over by gold once again. With a nod, the lion trotted forward a few steps, his tail flickering animatedly behind his body. The various smells on the breeze were distracting to his primal mind, and at once he wanted to explode forward and chase down every scent that wafted tantalizingly towards him. Sifting through them however, Remi tried to latch onto what smelled like a deer—an elk perhaps?—though it was hard to tell. The lion's mind was not used to scenting such things, nor was the alchemist's . Still, it smelled large and meaty. And so, with a stride that his counterpart could easily keep up with, Remi indeed began to track their prey once more. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on