Ryjů laid in the soft grass, enjoying the feeling of it gently tickling his fur and paw pads. He yawned, laying his head down and debated on taking a nap. He didn't know how long she was going to continue whatever she was doing, so he figured a small nap couldn't hurt. He closed his eyes and dozed off, feeling somewhat peaceful in the clearing.

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The peace was eerie for him after what seemed like a long time. Ryjů woke up instantly and saw that he was still in the same spot, and so was she. He huffed quietly, unsure of what to do. He laid there for a few moments before feeling the nagging of an itch on his back. This prompted him to roll over, and wriggle around in an attempt to scratch it. That didn't help unfortunatly. He was tempted to shift back into a human and scratch it, but he knew he wouldn't be able to reach. His long arms didn't have the flexibility to scratch back there. He rolled over and stood up, shaking all of the grass and dirt he had accumulated into his pelt. He looked at the river, thinking the water would take away the itch.

He headed toward it, but then remembered how cold it was and changed his mind. Turning around, he held his breath as he quickly passed by her, not wanting to breathe in...in..that. As he passed her though, the colors of something caught his attention and for a brief second, he turned his head and looked. She had somehow put him and the enviroment he was in...on something else? Paper maybe? Dismissing the thought, he trotted over to a tree and leaned his back against it, thinking to be like a bear. His hind legs pushed up once and then he fell over onto his side. Sputtering curses which came out as angry barks, he angrily sat down in the shade once more and fumed.

The itch continued to bother him, but her question in Latin surprised him slightly. Unfortunately now, he wasn't in the mood for Latin and spat out, "Neither." He collapsed on his side, frustrated at the stupid itch. His back was to her, because he didn't want to look at her either.

Kit finished her painting and walked to the water the paint made of natural substances so it was safe for the enviroment.. but, that also ment it smelt stranger then the stuff with chemicals. The canvas dried quickly as she observed Ryjů, his movements quirky and she summed them up to a itch.

Calmly she walked back to her stuff and put it away neatly before walking silently towards Ryjů. Sighing she say the way his pelt twitched with frustration and knew his gruff tone wasnt towards her. Though it still made her insides tense.

"Here..."

She stated simply and gently ran her hand over the itch giving it a good but, careful scritch. Kit then moved away from him and flopped upon her back beside him with a huff. Her gaze watching the sky in wonderment. Her hand was idly playing with the chain around her neck and her hair was laid out behind her in the grass.

"Feel better now grumpy Ryjů?"

She chuckled softly his large frame hiding her from the eyes of anyone who could be looking. Kits legs where bent in a ckmfortable but uncomfortable way. It was now past the afternoon... probably time for her to invite what she summomed into her space for the time being.

Ryjů could feel she was watching him, and became embarrassed of himself. He huffed, back twitching aggressively as the itch continued to harrass him. Being so busy with it, he became unaware of his surroudings and didn't hear her come closer, or her sentence. All he knew was that something was scratching at the itch and he groaned in relief. His left leg muscles twitched as he held back the want to kick the air. He felt her move away and stopped the urge to whine at her, to tell her to keep scratching. Maybe it was because he was a dumb mutt right now. Mutt brain.

Sighing at her question, he replied gruffly, "Yeah. I guess." and rolled over, now resting on his paws and stomach. He looked at the forest again, wondering what sort of beasts roamed it now. Last he had been here, there were these rumors of "dragons" living here. Of course, Ryjů was curious but never found any of the sort. He did, find a lot of snakes. His right ear twitched at the memory and he licked his lips. Speaking of creatures, he realized he hadn't had a meal in a few hours.

He could use something to eat right about now, and slowly stood up, stretching downward dog style before ruffling his fur and standing straight. "I'm going out to catch something." he stated, looking at the forest beyond. "What creatures live here now?" he asked, unsure if anything had become toxic or unedible. Or if there were just too many snakes. Ryjů loved to keep snakes as pets, but oh golly were they a pain in the ass sometimes. They sure had a lot of attitude Ryjů couldn't bear.

Cocky fuckers. But it's been hundreds of years since he's been here, maybe there's fewer snakes, or maybe more. Shrugging his shoulders, he awaited her response.

Kit was curious as to what he thought lived within their realm now. Like exactly how aged was ghis demon. Ryjů perplexed her to say the least as she rolled up to her feet. The movement gracful despite the beat blossoming within her knee.

Walking towards her painting and back pack she paused breifly to watch the stream a few seconds more before putting everything away. She then reached into her back and grabbed herself and Ryjů a piece of deer jerky.

"Catch."

She said quickly as she tossed the dried meat to him her own peice clamped in her jaws. Smiling she put the bag over her shoulders a more awkward innocent look passing over her face.

"I could cook us some dinner if youd like.. I took some pretty intense cooking classes after high school."

Shrugging she waved her hands to the forest.

"Unless youd rather raw meat, then more power to ya. Theres deer, rabbits, moose if you can find one. Heh regular animals for this day and age. Also, dont eat my cat!"

Kit stated before leaning down to rub his head gently.

"Follow my scent trail if you want somewhere to rest for the night or if my invitation of dinner is worthy."

Kit then began to walk away her mismatched eyes scanning the forest as she walked. Her hand raising to her mouth every now and then to bite the jerky. Twas only bout an hours walk back to her cabin.