Angel was down on her knees, legs curled underneath and both hands still scratched into the beast’s underbelly with a small smile. Her figure rocked back and forth in the fashion a small child did when engrossed into her task, completely entertained by the simple task. Each time her fingers drew back, they crisscrossed and ran again over the rough fur leaving the puppy to lean his head back and let out a slightly pleasant moan from the half open maw. It only seemed to encourage Angel to quicken her pace. The jerky was gone almost as fast as she given to the large Dane, the dried and waxy texture meat disappeared down the pooch’s gob the moment he had gotten it. Another thing that delighted the girl endlessly even if that was the last of her meat. What made it even better was the fact he willingly came up to her and made it impossible to contain her building enthusiasm that it came out in her squeal of delight! Who wouldn’t after all be excited about that? 

Angel’s mood was in such a high and ecstatic state that she didn’t notice the small band of killers had surrounded her until it was too late. Her mind had been easily occupied with the mindless task and fun she was having, she forgot how dangerous the situation was. She watched the ground around her darken as a shadow loomed over her, followed by a flame’s crackling and a male’s gruff question about herself. Angel blinked when the dog woofed at his owner then continued to enjoy his rub down. Oh no… she thought, mentally recount at how cross her brother was going to be with her. Little by little her movements had started to cease and soon grinded to a total halt, her body pulled upright and hand rested on her thighs. 

This was very, [i]very[/i] bad. 

After a few moments to ensure she wasn’t going to be tempted to resume scratching the puppy’s tummy, Angel’s left hand gingerly lifted her hood away from her face and settled behind her. It would be clear to most of the group about what blood coarse through her veins. Traits from both eleven and Cherod intertwined together as her fingers brushed a few loose strands behind her half pointed ears, her bright eyes fixed upon the original speaker. Her fingers fiddled with the bracelet at her wrist a bit out of nervous habit, rolling a tie’s end between her fingers. Meanwhile her eyes took in the now gathered crowd her outburst had created before she answered to the S'ilthra. 

“I’m Angel. I guess I should’ve asked your permission before started to pet your puppy, shouldn’t I? I got a little excited cause you don’t see many of them in the Dark Forest, even on the edges where I lived.” Her voice was cheerful, including a wide smile, despite the large S’ilthra who towered over her. “I hope you’re not planning on roasting me because…that won’t end well for either of us. While I might not mind being burnt, I don’t think my guardian would feel the same to be honest.” 

She didn’t make an attempt to rise, instead remained completely still in her sitting position. Angel had a feeling, a lesson learned with wild animals, any sudden movement would had easily provoked him and it was easier to think of the large S'ilthra as some large, oversized lizard then something too complex. Especially since she had little idea where Merthias was or when he would appear. She didn’t see the scene unfold, unlike him, from high above in a nearby tree branch. Silently he took off into the air and edged closer, his wings thrashed out and tail duck under while he lightly landed upon the next branch. Each time his golden eyes reflected off the moonlight that weaved in and out of the thick tree tops and betrayed his position for a brief moment. Finally he reached a branch above the S'ilthra and company that seemed drawn to his step sister, his eyes fixed upon most aggressive. The bird’s talons sank into soft bark, filled with anxiety, braced to fly off the branch and right into the S'ilthra’s ugly mug! He only hoped in his intended distraction Angel would’ve been intelligent to escape on horseback.