Before long, The Shadow slides off his pack to remove the jacket and stuffs it inside, but he does not break stride to do so. In the early morning fog it was needed, but now that they're moving under the dappled sunlight it's a little warm for the extra layer. They move in near-silence together along a narrow trail for a while, each lost in their private observations. The light shines silver on his hair, and brings out the brown highlights in hers.
They have been walking for some time when The Shadow pauses and kneels, touching a hand to the ground. By the time she's reached him, a matter of seconds, he is rising again and gives a nod to the tracks in the soft dirt, the double cleft of deer prints. These are hardly the first they've seen, but this time they're very recent, and he moves quietly off the trail, slipping through ferns with slow care and following the subtle hints of the deer's passing.
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Date: 2009-05-05 05:38 pm (UTC)They have been walking for some time when The Shadow pauses and kneels, touching a hand to the ground. By the time she's reached him, a matter of seconds, he is rising again and gives a nod to the tracks in the soft dirt, the double cleft of deer prints. These are hardly the first they've seen, but this time they're very recent, and he moves quietly off the trail, slipping through ferns with slow care and following the subtle hints of the deer's passing.