[seasonal event] atlas hands

He seemed amused by her words which cemented the fact that the creature must have known her. She’d heard of others that could shift into animals, but she wasn’t certain if she’d met them. But as the lion neared her and nudged her hip, her sapphire gaze slipped down toward Remi as his eyes changed from lion to Remi’s and her mouth made an O shape in surprise. She reached over with her hand to press into his soft mane with a smile as he moved on. “Lion suits you Remi.” She whispered in her sultry tone to the man as he took the lead. Originally, Rexanna had been seeking out a squirrel of sorts, uncertain if she’d be able to actually carry an entire deer back to the settlement on her own. But Remi was here, and this lion form appeared muscled enough that a deer likely wouldn’t be much trouble to bring to the Rathskeller. But she followed him regardless, figuring that his nose could take her toward something worth hunting. And luckily for her, Remi had picked a pace she could keep up with while still remaining light on her feet. She followed him easily, her bow and arrows still in hand when between the trunks of two trees, a dark pelt moved slowly. It almost blended in, with the bark of the trees missing some of the snow due to the thick foliage above, and she lifted her bow to aim at the creature uncertain if she’d be able to make it through both trees. Her eyes slipped to Remi to see what he might do – if he might lunge for it or try and herd it to an easier spot to strike. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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