Those of the wilds carried an understanding with each other that he simply didn't; a wordless communication, discreet expression that required no elaboration. Bogart wasn't familiar with such... subtlety as this. It baffled him. He watched, his eyes curious about the impatience within hers.
"Not deer." He echoed, tone warm enough condensation could cling to the words. "Better than a deer, I ain't met many folks out here."
The rules he once abided by were null now, thus it left him wondering, how close was too close?
If she were a dog, whether or not he could approach would've been made clear by now, but presently she just stood there. Stock-still. Watching. Waiting? He slowed his stride once he grew closer. Had those observations been made in mockery or malice, they would've rolled off his back as most things did when they were true. "Guessin' I'm loud enough for the both of us 'cause I sure wouldn't've caught a sound from ya'," and Bogart now learned, the distance between them becoming little at all, that she was a slight thing despite standing taller than most. Did that make him a threat as well? He didn't want to be a threat. "Lost? Oh... In a way I reckon, but not right now! Er, I know what I wanna be doin' at least—huntin'."
There's but a few feet between them when he settled down on his haunches then, and slowly as though his weight could unsteady the earth, he lowered himself to his belly, borderline submissive. He didn't want to be a threat.
"What do I call you, miss?"
"Not deer." He echoed, tone warm enough condensation could cling to the words. "Better than a deer, I ain't met many folks out here."
The rules he once abided by were null now, thus it left him wondering, how close was too close?
If she were a dog, whether or not he could approach would've been made clear by now, but presently she just stood there. Stock-still. Watching. Waiting? He slowed his stride once he grew closer. Had those observations been made in mockery or malice, they would've rolled off his back as most things did when they were true. "Guessin' I'm loud enough for the both of us 'cause I sure wouldn't've caught a sound from ya'," and Bogart now learned, the distance between them becoming little at all, that she was a slight thing despite standing taller than most. Did that make him a threat as well? He didn't want to be a threat. "Lost? Oh... In a way I reckon, but not right now! Er, I know what I wanna be doin' at least—huntin'."
There's but a few feet between them when he settled down on his haunches then, and slowly as though his weight could unsteady the earth, he lowered himself to his belly, borderline submissive. He didn't want to be a threat.
"What do I call you, miss?"
