[Allison was in the middle of tracking something for dinner later, a nice, fat little creature that reminded her of a rabbit, when she came across someone else who may or may not have been tracking her kill.
Bow slung across her back, Allison moves cautiously towards the guy with the rifle, coming from the side. She doesn't want to scare his target if he's not aiming for hers, and she doesn't want to get shot, since she's just finishing her own death toll...but she doesn't want to lose her own prey, either.
Nearing his side, she makes sure she's in his peripheral vision, rustling just enough leaves to alert him to her presence...and only then recognizes the guy she talked to just after she woke up in the infirmary. He looks a lot like the man who killed her, but less...hard. There's a color in his cheeks, a spark in his eyes that Zane doesn't have, so the momentary leap of her heart calms relatively quickly when she notes the differences.
Extending a hand, she touches his shoulder, and when she has his attention, uses hand signals to ask what he's hunting.]
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Bow slung across her back, Allison moves cautiously towards the guy with the rifle, coming from the side. She doesn't want to scare his target if he's not aiming for hers, and she doesn't want to get shot, since she's just finishing her own death toll...but she doesn't want to lose her own prey, either.
Nearing his side, she makes sure she's in his peripheral vision, rustling just enough leaves to alert him to her presence...and only then recognizes the guy she talked to just after she woke up in the infirmary. He looks a lot like the man who killed her, but less...hard. There's a color in his cheeks, a spark in his eyes that Zane doesn't have, so the momentary leap of her heart calms relatively quickly when she notes the differences.
Extending a hand, she touches his shoulder, and when she has his attention, uses hand signals to ask what he's hunting.]