Leah wasn't used to this kind of muggy heat, but it was a welcome change from the awful desert air that felt like it was scorching her throat every time she took a breath. The wet and the rain she could deal with in spite of the heat, could even welcome; it was, in a way, a sliver of home.
And she had proper clothes again, jeans and shorts, tank tops and even a decent pair of hiking boots. Since there was the possibility of an honest to God bloodsucker lurking around, Leah decided to put them to good use and get herself accustomed to what everyone said was the norm.
Maybe it was being in such weird new place that made Leah overly conscious of every little noise her footfall made. If she'd been on four legs it wouldn't have been a problem--and it was supremely fucked up that she'd miss that even for a second, for any reason, but there it was. She missed the speed, and the ease of movement, the sense of smell that made finding her way effortless and easy.
And if the redhead was really here trying to kill them all, she was going to miss the teeth.
Other problems for other days, but with her focus on thoughts of Victoria--and her own feet--the big white monstrosity scared the ever loving shit out of her. "Jesus Christ, big guy, you are freaky quiet," she breathed, pressing a hand over her jumping heart and making a face at the near unrecognizable mass of muscle and fur dangling from his mouth. "Guess it's lunchtime. Well, have fun. Look out for a pissy redhead that might want to eat you, all right?"
She kept casually walking towards the sound of flowing water, and glanced down as the big guy fell into step beside her. "What? I don't want any. I can speak from personal experience, it's disgusting."
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Date: 2012-04-30 03:03 am (UTC)And she had proper clothes again, jeans and shorts, tank tops and even a decent pair of hiking boots. Since there was the possibility of an honest to God bloodsucker lurking around, Leah decided to put them to good use and get herself accustomed to what everyone said was the norm.
Maybe it was being in such weird new place that made Leah overly conscious of every little noise her footfall made. If she'd been on four legs it wouldn't have been a problem--and it was supremely fucked up that she'd miss that even for a second, for any reason, but there it was. She missed the speed, and the ease of movement, the sense of smell that made finding her way effortless and easy.
And if the redhead was really here trying to kill them all, she was going to miss the teeth.
Other problems for other days, but with her focus on thoughts of Victoria--and her own feet--the big white monstrosity scared the ever loving shit out of her. "Jesus Christ, big guy, you are freaky quiet," she breathed, pressing a hand over her jumping heart and making a face at the near unrecognizable mass of muscle and fur dangling from his mouth. "Guess it's lunchtime. Well, have fun. Look out for a pissy redhead that might want to eat you, all right?"
She kept casually walking towards the sound of flowing water, and glanced down as the big guy fell into step beside her. "What? I don't want any. I can speak from personal experience, it's disgusting."