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Mai nodded. "Most likely. I had shifted into the form of an average black she-wolf. If it was dark colored, than it was me. No matter what form I change into, my eyes and whatever pelt I have is the same colors. I change into an eagle but all my feathers would be black and my eyes red." She let out a sigh, quite annoyed with the factor because it was easier to spot her out if she were to try to hide in a group of animals. Even as a dog or cat she would be noticed for her damn eyes.

"A black wolf, huh? That would've made a nice pelt." His lips tightened as he frowned. "Looks like you seem to blend in well enough though, judging by your clothes. Are you a successful businesswoman?"

With careful strokes, he carved runes into the tusk, layering them deep into the ivory. Each of the elements' names were embedded in it; ignis, glaciem, aero, and more. "So you don't practice witchcraft, correct? No curses or potions or flying on broomsticks?"

Mai shook her head. "No, I had just returned form a meeting. My current address is actually in England where I work as a simple mechanic. I actually hate these kind of outfits, they all feel so tight and restricting." She watching the clouds move by, the water flowing past her feet.

Mai let out a small snort. "Oh please, I could talk to a hundred witches and only a few would say they did curses and potions, that is limited to very few and are usually used by vengeful or greedy humans that ask for it. I rather not do that, vengeance is useless, someone is just going to come back and hurt you so why not just move on and get over it?"

Whit nodded in approval. "You're right about that. Vengeance can get out is hand quickly. I actually have a friend who practices magic; he's said that it can do horrible things in the wrong hands. There's always a catch to every deal you make. I never liked the thought of it."

"That is not true, actually. Not every deal made has a catch. Here's an example that has happened to me and a friend of mine, we both knew the same young girl and her mother. Her mother didn't teach her anything about magic so me and my friend did. One day, the same girl at only fourteen, turned up at my friend's house with her left eye slashed open and we both had welcomed her in our homes and never once asked her for anything in return." She said calmly, glad a bit to know that she had helped Moriah out so greatly in life and that she was happy now.

Whit took a glance at Mai but quickly broke eye contact. "Well, that's certainly a story to tell. Sorry to hear that." He looked back down at the water, unsure of what to say. "I guess I'd better be on my way. I don't really need to be here if there's no game about." He drew his feet from the water to let them air dry, sifting through his pack to make sure everything was organized. "A nice black wolf skin would've been nice though..." Even through his jacket he felt a cold chill. He was used to warmer climates where giant lizards roamed.

Mai rolled her eyes at his comment and stood as well, not minding the cold of her wet feet. She could feel the temperature was dropping and wondered if he lived in a cabin in these woods. "Do you live around here? I might sound like a hypocrite saying this, but with the weather growing cold, it isn't best to stay out here without a proper winter jacket, more so when night comes around." She said calmly, hoping that he would say he actually had a home to go back to that was more than just a tent.

"That's highly dependent on your definition of 'live'. I'm currently existing in this area, yes. I'm a bit of a nomad. I live off the fat of the land." He looked around and sighed. "Unfortunately, the land is quite trim."

Once his feet were dry enough, he put his boots back on and stood, hefting the crossbow by the carry handle. "I currently have a nice tree to stay in. Solid oak. Previously inhabited by squirrels until I caught them."

Mai let out a sigh. That wasn't even worse than what she thought. She shook her head and looked hi straight in the eyes, a serious expression on her face. "That won't due at all. You'll be dead before winter is over. I don't care what you have to object to this but while I am in America, you will stay with me. It might not be your cup of tea, but it is better than sitting up in a tree, shivering as the wind blows against you, chilling you to the bone, no? Didn't think so, come along then."

Any hope of fighting against her on this was hopeless. Mai was as stubborn as a bull and though it may make her seem harsh with how blunt she was, she did have the better of intentions for others. She grabbed her black heels and started to walk back towards where she had came form, not minding the leaves that crunched under her bare feet.

Whit remained unconvinced and stood his ground, arms crossed. "And how am I supposed to know you're not gonna eat me, huh?" He shook his head. "Whatever. So long as it's warm." He trudged behind her, not quite sure if he could trust her, but confident he could get away if need be. He put away the knife and tusk again, making sure to carefully wipe the blade so no ivory remained on it. He hoped that silver would work on a shapeshifter just as it did a werewolf.

"Women," he muttered under his breath.

Mai snorted and rolled her eyes. "Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean I'm going to eat you. I have yet to see in my life a single witch that has eaten anything besides human food. I told you, I'm only a shifter, I don't use my magic that much. When I do, you'll notice because it will be a bright crimson color to match my eyes." She let out a sigh.

"Men." She said under her breath.

He remained silent for most of the journey, only occasionally bothering to ask questions. "So do you live in the city? I've always hated the city. Too many shady people mulling about. I'm more of a country person." There was a pause. "However, I'm certainly not a 'redneck'."

"For the next week, I'm stuck in the suburbs. Back in England, I live in a small town a couple miles out form London." Mai grinned a bit at his last comment. "I can tell, even if I don't live near 'rednecks,' I have ran into a few and they have always been annoying to me with just their accent and poor grammar."

He let out a sigh of relief. "The suburbs aren't that bad. Besides that fact that the houses are so close together. Are we going by car?" Cars were another thing he had trouble getting used to. The most complex thing he'd used was a mounted cannon. He continued to follow her.

Mai shook her head to his question. "No, we are not. The hotel isn't far outside these woods so we will be able to walk." And I didn't have enough money to rent a car for the week. She thought somewhat bitterly.

He smiled a little. "Ah, how convenient. In that case, lead the way." He was glad they could walk there. Cars made him feel constrained.

Mai nodded. She continued to walk, glad that she had decided to get a two bed hotel room. She would feel quite uncomfortable sharing a bed with someone about six years younger than herself. She was glad to still be in her early twenties, though she seemed to have a knack for running into teenagers between the ages of sixteen and nineteen.

Whit hadn't considered living arrangements, sure that the witch had everything planned. She seemed the type to have things thought out, or at least from what he'd seen.

After walking for a spell, he bothered with another question. "How long until we get there?"

And she did. Mai always planned things out ahead of time and wanted to make sure it worked out but when it came to trips like this, that never happened because the Witch Clan loved to screw up her life.

She looked up and saw the hotel just as Whit had spoken. "Almost there, I can see it now."

"Ah, excellent." He followed her up to the building, taking note of nothing in particular. "I don't mean to intrude, but do you have any food? Squirrels don't have a lot of meat on them." He tried to avoid staring too long at her eyes. Now that he'd noticed them, he realized they were a bit unnerving, but beautiful.