They travel a little ways -well quite a ways she would assume for the average kimeti, but this was what she did: travel-, and the scenery just kept getting more and more interesting. Upon arrival to their destination (at least she noted them 'there' when the buck shook himself off and hopped in place, looking excited about being... here), Cold-Blood looks about, taking it all in a smile growing on her muzzle.
He speaks... something about... up there? She looks up to where he points and replies easily, "Well, if they don't then they don't get eggs now do they?" A tease of sorts to her slithering companions, and as she speaks the two already on the ground head off towards a particularly branch-filled tree, but Shadow, having only just left the doe's leg is a few strides behind and is the snake that Longstride nudges and whispers something to. Cold-Blood sees this, but her ears are focusing on all that is around them, all of the other life here, that she only hears that he whispers something but as far as what he says... well... she figures it can't be that important. And soon enough Shadow is closing in on the other snakes, making a break for a particularly large nest atop a full tree.
The doe lazily trots over to where the buck is standing and takes a mouthful of berries. As she chews them over thoughtfully, she watches the buck, watches his movements and his expressions, studying him and getting to know him. He is interesting, no doubt, but she wanted to know more about him before letting her guard down. She knew he travelled and that he made it his business to find the dangers of the swamp and overcome them -this thought brought a grin to the edges of her lips-, but she was still curious.
To ease into her inquiry, she lifts her head up and looks for a fruit-tree. Upon finding one she rears up and plants her hooves up against the trunk and then stretches her neck out trying to get close enough to pull some fruit down... but with no luck. The entire time, however, she had deliberately not looked back at him, hopefully inspiring a sense of curiousity, but now that she had played out her part, came the hook.
She threw her head over her shoulder, a slightly mischievous look in her golden eyes and she calls out to him sweetly. "I'm not tall enough to get at any of the delicious fruit you've enticed me here for." And that was all that needed to be said. She had a) given him another chance to size her up, b) teased him by saying it was the fruit she was here for, and c) guessed what his motives were for whispering to her snake, without knowing what he had said directly, his intent was obvious.
She could play his game.
