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The twosome begin to make their way in the direction that the horse fled, the noblewoman lifting her dress to keep it out of the underbrush. Promptly she begins to talk at him, "You may call me Elenor, sir bandit. May I know the name of my captor?" He guffaws at the title, "Alan, and I don't think your horse went very far." She continues to follow along just behind the larger wolfish outlaw, looking him over as they go.

It was clear from his breadth of shoulder and size that he could probably break her in half if he decided to, and fairly easily at that. He was a hard working man, she promptly decided. No matter his current trade in poaching of the Kings game. A small short sword sat on his belt and much like the rest of his kit it looked heavily used. He did move so silently compared to her though, so much so that it amazed her. The skulker's greens and browns making him nearly blend back in to the forest directly in front of her.

She, by comparison, felt like an large animal loose in a kitchen. Seeming to get caught on every single branch, step on every single twig. Elenor had never actually thought about how to move around in the woods silently, but watching him do it fascinated her. She began to watch how he stepped and lost herself in the movement of his rounded butt and thighs in his well fitting breeches. Hard working indeed.

Eventually they broke through into a small glade, she had never seen this place before and it took the breath away from the vixen. A large moss covered boulder sat resting at the edge of a shallow pond, with the bright noon day sun warming the waters surface. Her horse was there, clearly having just drank from the water source and looked at them both quite placidly. Happily she made her way to the animal, taking the lead from Alan. It wasn't until she reached to grab the reigns that she realized he was in lock step with her.

"Now now, Miss Elenor, I can't let you just jump on. Please do not make me kill your animal." Pausing to stare at his big hand on her wrist she tilted her head and looked at him with a smile. Her answering words didn't loosen his strong grip though, "I just want to make sure she's doesn't run off. I mean to keep my word to you." His free hand takes the reigns and he casually walks the horse over to a low branch to tie it off deftly. His hand moved so fast, and she almost asked him to do it again so she could see how it had been done, going so far as to raise her hand in a questioning motion.

Suddenly she realizes he did actually tie the horse off, the rapidity of his motion having thrown her off, and Instead she asks, "I understand that I'm your captive, but why tie her off? Do you plan on us to stay here for a time?" His answer comes easily enough, "Yes, I don't want to try to run you through the forest in the daylight. We'll wait until dark instead. Safer for me, and safer for me is safer for you. They will probably send out patrols, but men with torches are easily avoided."

Shocked that he plans on staying in this place she begins to open her mouth to ask another question of him but stops, it was a beautiful little pond, and he would make sure no more wolves tried to kill her. They really were likely safe. "You eat normal food? Or is your stomach too tender for dried meat?" His sudden words jar her out of her reverie and she realizes that he'd removed his backpack and quiver, and was offering her something.

Taking it carefully she answers, "I've never had it. All of my meals are fresh, is it good?" Sniffing at the piece of dried whatever it was she looked at him expectantly. "Well, I've not died from it. It's deer in case your concerned about where it came from. Deer from these forests, damn me for a fool if it isn't."

His rough tongue made her laugh and without another moment of hesitation she took the jerky into her mouth and began to chew. It was good, if very tough. As she kept chewing the flavors of whatever the maker had used began to seep out and the experience slowly began to be downright pleasant, barely swallowing it before she spoke up again, "That is good! Did you make it?"

Shaking his head as he laughed back at her, "You're far more pleasant than the last noble I had to deal with. No, I didn't make it. I only downed the deer." Pausing at the end of his sentence to stare at her and furrow his brow, "You do understand you're being kidnapped, I haven't caught some slow noblewoman have I?"

She stood there staring back at him blankly, brain trying to process if he'd just insulted her or not. At that exact moment she realized that he was standing right next to the pond, and with a quick motion she put all of her weight into, she slammed against his big frame. He stumbled and began to fall, the tackle taking him by total surprise. She stood there next to the water and watched as he began to drag himself out, chortling, "Slow, huh? Big oaf."

The water was nearly freezing, the fresh rain that had added to it the night before chilled Alan to his bones. Immediate panic hit him like a brick, she was going to run. She was going to scream for help. She was- She was not doing any of those things, the woman was standing there still as he stood up, snorting and laughing at him as he pulled himself up out of the water. Her sapphire eyes looking back at him with haughty victory gleaming in them and as he steps foot back on the ponds shore to return the favor.

Large arms scooping her up easily with a squeak of surprise she stares up at him for a moment before the realization that she's going into the water to hits her the slight vixen tries to clings to him but it doesn't stop Alan from tossing her. The cold water does her about as much good as it did him though, and she gets out laughing and shaking from the cold, "I deserved that," she stutters between shivering fits, "But it shows you right." Shaking his head and smirking at her as he helps to pull the now heavy dress and soaked girl from the water.

"I suppose you mean it then," the wet wolf says as she stumbles onto the grass. "I do, but I wish you had done something other than toss me in there. I don't care if this dress is ruined, but now I'm freezing and so heavy I can barely move. Can you make a fire?" He shakes his head, "And put out enough smoke for us to be seen for miles? No can do. I've got spare clothes in my backpack, though I doubt they'll fit you right."

"It will have to work," shivering as she speaks the words barely get out of her before he starts to move. Rapidly he's gotten the shirt and breeches out, along with a spare belt. Turning about to allow her to change in some privacy it takes her a bit to get the heavy dress off and its obvious his pants will never fit her. Instead wrapping the belt around her hips to help keep the large shirt in place she informs him that he can turn around.

His eyes take her in rapidly, from bare foot to the tips of her still wet ears. Teasing at him she queries, "Have you never seen a woman before? Do you run around in these forests just looking at the backsides of deer?" He lifts an eyebrow in response, "I have, just not any that looked like you before. Are all the ladies at court as, uhm" he chokes on his words for a moment before motioning at her.

"No," she replies truthfully, "Most of them are old and fat, I'm the youngest of my sisters. I just had my eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago. I expect father will have me married off to some fat man across the country before winter fully arrives. Then I will likely get fat as well to deal with him." While trying to be humorous the honesty of the words hits her after speaking them and she breaks eye contact with her roguish captor.

"That sounds awful, but at least you know you'll be taken care of for your whole life. Better than wandering around some nobles woods hoping you don't have your head taken off for eating a miserable rabbit." His own truths of life fired back at her quiet them both for a time, silently standing by the glade with both refusing to look at the other.

It's Alan that speaks up first after the quiet, "That will never dry out laying on the ground like that." He moves to pick up her dress, laying it out from its scrunched up position on the grass, kneeling next to her as he does so. She whispers at him, knowing that she's breaking the rules of the training her father had given her as a child, "My name is Elenor des Renards, third daughter of the Duke of this county. You have captured the highest prize short my eldest brother, the reward father gives you will see you comfortable for the rest of your natural life. Even if you have to run to another land to live it."

The brigand froze, water still dripping off his own clothes as his head turned to look up at her, it all made sense. She wasn't worried that her family would pay, she wasn't concerned at all about making it home safe. She had just accepted the situation, knowing that it was just a matter of time before her fathers money would take her back to the world she knew and out of his. Staring at her silently from the ground he finally noticed the large ring on her right hand, a running fox signet with a flower background.

"That," he pauses to swallow, "Why would you tell me that? Every noble has enemies, and my friends would sell you to one of them, if the price was right. Why? Why are you trusting me with this?" Crouching down with him as she speaks softly, "You saved my life. I think you would do so again, you're not like any man I've ever met, and you don't fit the ruffian description that I've been told a poaching highway man would. You may not be noble in blood, but you are noble in action."

Leaning in as she murmurs to finishes her words with her lips right next to his the two stare at each other. Rough brown eyes gazing into to big blues for a moment before she presses on. The young pair roll to the grass as she locks lips to his, their hands both exploring and squeezing. They roll around on the soft turf for a few moments, but after a bit the larger wolf gains the upper hand and deposits her slight frame onto the ground. Staring down at the disheveled vixen as he breaths hard from the sudden excitement, "This can't be okay. You can go, I don't want to kidnap you anymore. I'll leave these woods tonight."

Both of her soft pawed hands reach up and grasp him firmly by the face, looking up at him through her dark lashes, "You aren't going anywhere, my sweet bandit. Maybe we can both escape from this maze if we play our cards right, but for now you're mine." Pulling his head back down the forest sounds drown out her soft gasps from his attentions.