kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch had thought particularly little of the large and entirely overly friendly canine that had found her. This place, it would seem, somehow attracted their kind - even more so to her though why she hadn't the faintest idea. A soft sigh left the young woman's lips, her fingertips reaching up to gingerly massage her temples as she turned her attention back towards the forest floor. She bent down next to a small shrug to pluck from it what she was rather certain was sage. She brought the leafy thing to her nose, tentatively sniffing for that earthy scent that so personified it. There was some hope to the day after all, at least, she was determined to find something altogether beneficial minus being glomped by the creature behind her. She could hear the canine's paws as she clawed so roughly at the ground beneath them and yet the creature hardly earned a single glanced towards it. She was determined to show the thing she was not it's friend and hopefully, it would get the hint soon enough to move on. Unfortunately for the raven haired witch - such would not be the case. She heard the abrupt bark and with a huff the young woman stood up, sage in hand, turning to face the canine.

She hardly saw the dog's body coming, at least not until it collided with her and for a moment she stumbled backwards in an effort to maintain her ground before the girl went toppling over into the dirt with a loud "Oomph!". A small groan left her lips at the added weight of the dog, the girl reaching up to rub the back of her head as the creature on top of her suddenly began to growl at her. It had, at the very least served to gather her attention, her slate hued gaze widening ever so slightly as she eyed the creature's teeth. "Okay, okay. You have my attention." Her voice had turned quite softer, clearly recognizing the vulnerable situation she found herself in as she tried her best to calm the clearly aggravated dog. Her gaze glanced upwards at the creature's eyes and yet there was no immediate connection between the greyhound and the Dark Hunter she'd only just reconnected with. After all, why would there be? She hadn't anticipated that Tamzin herself might be turned into some creature of some kind.

Her eyebrow rose at the sudden shift in the dog's demeanor, the girl wincing away from the lick that caressed her cheek. This was so not what she had signed up for when she decided to venture into the forest this morning. A soft whine left the witch's lips and yet she made no effort to push the canine off of her, already learning that lesson. It was better to be licked then have her face literally bitten off. She hadn't expected, however, that sudden defeat that so crushed her companion, nearly making the girl feel bad as she watched the dog climb off of her. She lifted herself to her elbows, watching the canine with suspicion for a moment much in the same way the dog so seemed to watch her. The creature, however, eternally seemed to be taking the girl off guard as it abruptly rose to it's feet, spinning on his heels, and dashed into the forestry once again. Well....she guessed that was over? "What the hell was that..." She muttered to herself ever so softly, dragging her fallen figure to settle in a sitting position. She glanced around her, noting her fallen bag and the herbs that had poured out of it.

It took her a moment to regather her supplies and thus herself in some sort of orderly fashion, the witch hardly even considering the disappearance of the greyhound any further. After all, if the dog was gone, it was gone, right? At least, that was what she had thought before she heard the rustling of the shrubbery again, seeing her head snap up as her stormy gaze found the sight of the dog's form once again. She had hardly expected the dog to listen to her, much less understand her. Serafina's gaze traced the form of the rabbit that fell to her feet, her hands reaching out to pick it up. "All right, you definitely have my attention now. Can you answer yes or no questions? Are you a were?" She inquired, for once willing to entertain this notion that maybe there was more to this greyhound then she had originally thought.