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Hunter was still in wolf form. The sun was just past its height, and he was still running. He passed another of those black flowers, this time a small clump of them. He paused, his senses heightened in this form. There was something off about those flowers. They smelled... well, like winter. Which didn't make sense, really. It was winter, true, even if the woods themselves didn't seem to believe so. It was always unnaturally warm, even for late February. But these flowers - three of them - had the scent of winter cold just before snow. No, not just snow: a blizzard, winter in its beautiful fury.
He stopped to sniff closer at one, unable to help the curious whine in his throat. He circled them, sniffed again, and sniffed the soil and the plants around them. No, the scent was localized on those flowers alone. Unmistakable as it was, he doubted he would have smelled it in human form, doubted any ordinary human would have smelled it at all. His purpose temporarily forgotten, Hunter kept to his investigation of the flowers, knowing well as his jealousy and ire passed, he'd soon return to his human form.
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puck, hunter
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"That's better," Puck said with a short nod when the wolf-that-wasn't decided to behave himself. "Now, as I was saying..." and his attention was drawn back to the black blooms. "These flowers, they're curious, aren't they? I found one two days ago, and now there are more." He lightly stroke a sable petal. "Strange that I've never seen them before when I know almost every plant in this forest, from twig to root." his voice took on a vague, almost wondering quality as he spoke, and his touch lingered a bit long on the flower before he seemed to pull himself free of whatever had been occupying his mind so fully.
"What of you?" He said suddenly, bright, sharp gaze on the wolf once more. "You're no animal." He smirked. "Well, not in the truest sense."
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Now that? Was an odd feeling. It was an insubstantial part of one's body being poked but an insubstantial, yet adamant finger. And oh yes, it helped.
The change back was always far less painful, much like shrugging into leather clothes already warmed from one's own body heat. His human body fit him like the literal second skin it was, and suddenly Hunter was there, still fully dressed, with all belongings, looking slightly confused. "Er... thank you," he said, because really, what else does one say to that?
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Puck arched a brow, a little suprised that the mortal would seem to have so little qualms about spying on his own, but there were all kinds of mortals, he knew and all he said was, "No tricks. No more, no less. All I require is for you to deliver any information you learn." He gave the hunter a wry little smile. "I trust some part of you knows these woods well enough to find your way back to this spot? If so, return here in a week's time with anything you've found out. As for how long..." Puck pondered that for a moment, not certain how long this war with Camlann would take to spark or see through to the end, so he finally settled on saying, "I'm not certain how long I'll require your services, but I give you my word it won't be for an unreasonable length of time."
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