“Yeah, right? Odd how that
worked out, huh?”
Her shoulders lifted and fell in a nonchalant fashion while she
attempted to look disappointed at her ruined night. A free
hand scratched at the back of her head, ruffling her typical mass
of curls while she paused to think, then fell to hang off the back
of her neck.
“Dunno– no one’s gotten a good
enough look at it. Could be some
unlicensed half-breed or somethin’.
It’s too damn big to just be some
dog.”
The hunter took the bullets offered to her with some initial hesitance,
catching his grin as she quickly swiped them out of his hands. It wasn’t
as if he could really STOP her by chucking the cardboard box at her.
A brow instinctively rose, the ammo fisted at her side.
Pet names had the tendency to rub her the wrong way, her eyes
internally rolling as she pulled down at the corners of her jacket to
nervously readjust herself.
“Oh– oh good. I’d really hate it
if I was doin’ this on my own.”
Alright, the slight bitterness in her voice was out of character,
but she still attempted to sell it with a smile right before she
angled her head down to properly load the gun in her hands. Teeth
bit into her cheek for her impulsive slip up, a series of metallic clinking
signaled she’d successfully cocked the weapon; a sharp scoff was
smothered by the noise, along with a muttered,
“Imagine that.”
The dried pine needles crunched underfoot, much to her annoyance.
So much for being subtle.
Jo Harvelle followed the ranger past the line of trees, gun defensively
risen and eyes apprehensively bouncing between him and every
distant rustle.
“So…”
She had broken the silence first, her volume low enough to be
nearly muted by their footsteps.
“How long have you been doin’ this
for?”
“Shit happens.”
Cerberus shrugged, a slight smirk crossing his lips as he moved
with the blonde into the woods. Now he just needed to figure out should
he kill her or allow the huntress to live to fight another day.
“In these parts, I wouldn’t put it past
someone to breed a wolf or coyote
with a normal mutt. ”
The hound looked into the darkness of the forest, pulling a flashlight out
to play the act as a human searching for a hound. Even if he could see
in the thickness of the dark woods.
“What got ya into this job, if ya
don’t mind me askin’?.”
More so what got her into becoming a hunter? Was it a family job
or did she happen to see something that went bump in the night
that caused her to become a hunter? Either way her life span was
shortened, and maybe there was a part of the hound that hoped her
time wouldn’t come anytime too soon.
The human he took’s body away was twenty eight and the life the man
had was a mechanic and bounty hunter. Not a ranger. Formulating a
lie in his head Cerberus turned to look at her.
“Five years, and ya?”
