[ The mention of a weasel is enough to pique Yan's interest, because she knows the creatures that live in this forest.
(The gold-faced marten? she has to wonder. They're rare, sought-after, and she wouldn't be surprised if this man had been searching for one.)
She doesn't yip, chitters softly instead, quizzical almost, but she's tensing when she sees him draw his dagger. She isn't gearing up to attack, but it's never wise to stay at ease around a deadly weapon. Her worries are misplaced, and he's going for whatever holds the snare. She watches as he starts to scrape at the magic – still, patient but on edge, Yan waits.
Finally, after the rune is disrupted properly, the cord melts away in a spark of magic dissipating – to leave behind a dark, black mark in the fur of Yan's paw.
A tracking rune.
Yan immediately gets to her feet, holding her paw up to keep weight off of it – which severely hinders how she moves, but she's at least standing as she watches Peter with his dagger. ]
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(The gold-faced marten? she has to wonder. They're rare, sought-after, and she wouldn't be surprised if this man had been searching for one.)
She doesn't yip, chitters softly instead, quizzical almost, but she's tensing when she sees him draw his dagger. She isn't gearing up to attack, but it's never wise to stay at ease around a deadly weapon. Her worries are misplaced, and he's going for whatever holds the snare. She watches as he starts to scrape at the magic – still, patient but on edge, Yan waits.
Finally, after the rune is disrupted properly, the cord melts away in a spark of magic dissipating – to leave behind a dark, black mark in the fur of Yan's paw.
A tracking rune.
Yan immediately gets to her feet, holding her paw up to keep weight off of it – which severely hinders how she moves, but she's at least standing as she watches Peter with his dagger. ]