Juniper was snacking without thinking, her carnivore's appetite causing her to keep reaching for the jerky. It was not as good as a fresh deer, but it was something to do while she watched. As Cam retrieved the little airline bottle of alcohol from his bag, she tilted her head, interested enough to stop squirming.
Her thoughts shifted along their conversation, from the Fey curse on his family to the darkness he'd spoken about. Cam's family had history with magic and she had more questions than they likely had time for. Her gaze lifted from the ritual to the night sky. “So, you're from Scotland. What're you doin' here in the States?” she wondered, speaking around a wad of jerky in her cheek.
Around them, the woods were humming wit noise to her sensitive ears, the shifter picking up the sounds of animals quietly moving in the brush and the a gentle wind through the trees.
Her thoughts shifted along their conversation, from the Fey curse on his family to the darkness he'd spoken about. Cam's family had history with magic and she had more questions than they likely had time for. Her gaze lifted from the ritual to the night sky. “So, you're from Scotland. What're you doin' here in the States?” she wondered, speaking around a wad of jerky in her cheek.
Around them, the woods were humming wit noise to her sensitive ears, the shifter picking up the sounds of animals quietly moving in the brush and the a gentle wind through the trees.