[Willow stops at the edge of the forest, and her ears flatten against her head as she sniffs the air. She doesn't smell anything she would consider out of the ordinary, but she's still anxious for reasons she can't quite place.
She's never hunted herself in this form, or at all, really, but she's not about to begrudge Savage the opportunity. Especially under the circumstances. She steps into the forest cautiously, glancing around, and looks back at Savage to make sure he's still with her.]
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She's never hunted herself in this form, or at all, really, but she's not about to begrudge Savage the opportunity. Especially under the circumstances. She steps into the forest cautiously, glancing around, and looks back at Savage to make sure he's still with her.]