kissing death and loosing my breath

Her grip upon the knife was entirely steadfast, her blade glistening in the afternoon sun as the young girl remained perfectly still amongst the flora and fauna. Her stormy gaze remained steady upon the wiggling bush, entirely prepared for what she might face upon the other side, or so she thought. She had anticipated a hunter perhaps, or a wolverine of some kind, maybe a fox? What she had gotten, however, was a whole different matter altogether. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the large dog that came out of the bush, running at a headlong rush towards her. "Ugh." She grunted immediately in response, her entire posture relaxing now that the viewed "threat" was not so scary after all. The blade was returned to the sheath from which it had first came, her stormy gaze momentarily cast towards the loud creature with a rather obvious hint of disdain. "I get it, I get it, you're excitable. Jesus, can't you shut the fuck up?" The witch grumbled, her hands falling upon her hips as she glared at the barking, bounding dog that continued to circle around her. Geez, this thing was worse than Raven could be. At least Raven could understand her. Mongrels were definitely not within Serafina's forte.

"Look, just, go find your master somewhere else okay?" She continued, leaning over so her hands were on her knees. She stared at the creature for another moment when it failed to comply with her requests, her eyes rolling ever so slightly. "Go on, shoo, get out of here!" Her voice had turned slightly more stern as she attempted to wave the giant dog away from her general vicinity, little thought given to the possibility that the dog might be more than exactly what it was. The witch might have been magically inclined but there was little indication that this mutt might somehow be her friend. In fact, Serafina was far too busy grumbling about her dinner to even notice that hint of instincts that warned her of a Dark Hunter nearby. She had, thanks to Azrael, gotten surprisingly good at ignoring that inner sense of danger at the hunter's presence. "I was hoping to catch a rabbit after these herbs but with all your fucking noise I'd be surprised if I went home with anything alive at all. Raven doesn't even bark as much as you do. Useless dog."

Serafina stepped away from the large dog, her gaze once again returning to the floor of the forest. It was quite clear that she was attempting to ignore the creature's presence altogether, as if by doing so the dog would simply get bored of her and continue on with whatever canine life it had with it's own doggy priorities - things which she intended to not be involved within. She paused at a nearby bush, leaning down to pluck off several of the stems and study them intently. Sometimes, the identification of her fresh herbs wasn't as easy as simply reading the name off a label in the grocery stores. And yet, part of Serafina enjoyed this, becoming familiar with the plants she so worked with. It was easy for her to become distracted in her own task, the witch quickly forgetting her new found 'best friend' altogether. She had no reason to pay attention to the hound after all, having never truly had any sort of connection with the species enough to particularly care and in turn the dog fell to the wayside of her thoughts till she was but a tiny blip on Serafina's radar.