Hunting party

"Nǐ jiāng shì yīgè shǎguā jiēshòu jiārén qùshì," he muttered. He had a hard time accepting death of family. His mother and father, Joe, Raye... Though he was determined to believe that Raye was still alive. He hadnt witnessed her death so he wouldn't accept it.

He leaned back, bracing his arms against the soft, damp forest floor and looked up at the canopy.

He sighed. "Zhè shì suǒyǒu jìn xiāngtóng. Wǒmen bùdé bù jiēshòu, yītiān shíjiān lái shí, wǒmen bìxū zuò chū yīgè jiānnán de juédìng."

A soft snort escaped him. "Mǐhāyī bù huì guānxīn jìde nǐ." Mihai rarely bothered to remember anyone he met while he was on a hunt. Honey was just a little brat that meant nothing to either his personal life or the hunt. Why would his brother bother to remember her? Even he barely remembered her and he made a point to try and remember every hunt he went on.

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Nǐ jiāng shì yīgè shǎguā jiēshòu jiārén qùshì - You would be a fool to accept the death of family
Zhè shì suǒyǒu jìn xiāngtóng. Wǒmen bùdé bù jiēshòu, yītiān shíjiān lái shí, wǒmen bìxū zuò chū yīgè jiānnán de juédìng - It's the same with all Jinn. We just have to accept that one day the time will come when we have to make a difficult decision
Mǐ hā yī bù huì guānxīn jìde nǐ - Mihai wouldn't care to remember you

She watched him prop himself up on his elbows 我不记得从那天起。我担心他的眼睛可能使我想起，结果将不容乐观。我可能会成为一个 變心的 (I don't remember much from that day. I fear that his eyes might make me remember, The results would not be pretty. I might become a changeling.) She suddered, Changelings were male sunbears engulfed by any strong negative emotion, they just destroyed anything familiar to them, good or bad unless they were knocked out or snapped out of it. It was horrible to watch and unknown if it happened to females. She just didn't know.

She had just sat vigil for weeks beside his grave, not saying or doing anything. For if she left him in any way she was going to go savage, the sun bear knew it.

she remembered a game from the pack , 狩猎圈唱 (Hunt, ring, sing), a game where there was 1 ring on each 'hunter's' ear, 17 miles of jungle. The opponent's tracked while covering their tails each other and when they did find each other a non lethal fight went on to grab each other's ring. The winner had all the rings, the ring less were out.

你听说过一个狩猎游戏'狩猎圈唱'? (have you ever heard of a hunting game called- Hunt,Ring,Sing) If he had, maybe he's rise to the challenge. If not maybe he's let himself be taught. She hoped he would. Maybe a hunter would be able to provide a challenge. Although today she didn't feel like tracking, maybe just the duel part.

"Rénmen sìhū zǒng shì jìde yǔ yìsè de rén de yǎnjīng," he mumbled to himself. Heterochromia wasn't all that uncommon. Yet people always seemed to remember the glaringly obvious difference in colour like Mihai's.

Maybe somewhere in the back of his mind he was jealous of the attention his brothers eyes got.

He didn't bother asking about 'changelings.' He wasn't interesting.

"Shòuliè quān chàng..." He couldn't say the name was familiar. But then again he wasn't familiar with many games. Mihai was the one that played with all the kids in the village. "Bù, wǒ bùshì hěn shúxī."

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Rénmen sìhū zǒng shì jìde yǔ yìsè de rén de yǎnjīng - People always seem to remember the eyes of someone with Heterochromia
Shòuliè quān chàng - Hunt Ring Sing
Bù, wǒ bùshì hěn shúxī - No, I'm not familiar with it

这是一个打打猎，不杀。加上热带雨林的树木17公里，所有的参与者都有他们的耳朵周围的一环。他们都跟踪对方，因为他们包括他们自己的轨道。当两个参与者找到对方，决斗时，有两个环，在最后一个获胜。(It's a play hunt, without the kill. 17 plus miles of rainforest trees, all the participants have a ring around thier ears. They all track each other as they cover thier own tracks. When two participants find each other, a duel occurs, and the one that has two rings at the end wins.) She was very good at it, maybe if he took the challenge thinking he would win because he was a hunter. He would be gravely wrong, Honey was the best in her clan at it. Even the Alphas in training.

She gave him a smile, Go on spyridon. Take the chalenge She had a few rings around her neck on her necklace. She chose to leave out the fact that it was training for the male cubs for later on in thier life to decide their standing in the pack, an alpha, a tracker or an underling. If she were male she would've had a good chance at being alpha.

Her gaze settled on his cyan eyes in with an undercurrent of challenge.

He read the description, mulling it over mentally.

It sounded similar to something his brother had set up for the orphans in the village. It was just a game of tag that he had adapted to involve a little rough-housing. Enough to train them to fight anyway.

A game Mihai had tried to get him to play numerous times.

He didn't care for it.

He was feeling rather lazy today, to be honest. He had done his morning training as usual but he didn't really have the motivation to do much else. So when her eyes met with his, he merely arched a brow.

He didnt feel like playing.

She was a slight bit exasperated at that point, he either took himself too seriously, or he was just a major joy spoiler, Honey hated both these traits intensely. There was always time to do something fun or constructively fun, If there was a will, there was a way.

She kept her face straight, but she was actually considering internally huffing. No, she told herself, I am mature enough she assured herself, even though she didn't believe it herself.

Maybe a run would get rid of the energy, she was close to just snapping at the man. She thought she could be civil, she would try. Anymore of this... Honey was sick and fed up of her energy spikes. One Minuit alright, the next buzzing and twitching.

She got up and stretched her legs 暂时我会回来 (I will be back momentarily). She dropped the pad face up grabbed the fox food while getting up in a fluid motion. She was on the fence on leaving her rifle with the man, She would be away 3 minuets or less. If he stole it there would be some trouble. The bear could do some running later. She started sprinting lightly on the balls of feet as soon as she was stood up.

"Piànkè, ránhòu wǒ huì kàn dào nǐ," he replied.

He arched a brow when his eyes fell on the gun that had been left. Did she trust him enough to keep it safe for her? Or did she just forget it?

Either way he wasn't going to touch it. He wasn't fond of them in the slightest. He had learnt to handle a simple handgun at Mihai's request but he'd never put that into practise. Guns seemed like the easy way of killing. They weren't as fun as the chase.

In most cases for Spyridon, the chase was all the fun. Taking that away was like taking away a kids favourite toy. So, he harboured a dislike for guns.

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Piànkè, ránhòu wǒ huì kàn dào nǐ - I shall see you momentarily then

Honey started running, but where she needed to be wasn't on ground level. If it were on ground level it wouldn't be so difficult. The scent would linger around the area of the food and the cubs would get the idea she was the vixen or reject it, both were bad. She ran up a tree and grabbed the nearest branch and started to climb, her eyes already knew to scan for the next thing to grab onto.

She put the package in her mouth and scaled the tree quickly, oblivious that the whole thing was in clear view of where Spyridon was sitting and her things lay.

When she was almost up the great oak, there was moderately metal thick rope, which she looped her legs around and dragged herself along with her hands, shivering at the coldness. At the end of it she opened the package and dropped the contents in the general area of the burrow and headed back the same way she came.

Spyridon watched the girl silently as she climbed the tree and slid across the rope. She seemed nimble enough around the trees.

His eyes slid shut and he leaned back, dropping from resting is weight on his hands to his elbows, crossing one leg over the other. He felt the cool, damp floor through the back of his cheongsam but it didn't bother him much. He knew that he'd have a large wet (and possibly muddy) patch down the back of his crisp, white dress but that didn't bother him, either.

He enjoyed the sound of the birds and the insects; the smell of wet earth and plants; the feel of the breeze licking against his skin and tousling his silver hair.

It was calm and peaceful and familiar.