The huntress chuckled, resting her chin in her hand as she gave him a once-over.

“Mmh… no, it’s the chaos.”

A slow smirk curving her lips.

“It’s the charge. The way you light up a room before you even open that smart mouth.”

A pause—just to tease.

“...Also, yeah, the horns help.”

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Oh! It was Erik! A playful smile tugging at her lips as she blurted out,

“I never thought about it before Erik but... Youu look like someone who could teach a Chatacabra a thing or two about patience—and probably how to read a book without eating it.”

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“You know what you remind me of, Tat?”

She didn’t wait for him to answer, just pointed at him lazily.

“A Zinogre.”

“All energy. Can’t sit still. You’re quiet for two seconds and then—bam.”

She clapped her hands together, “Lightning. Flying steel. Chaos.”

- Who immediately darted up a nearby slope, vanishing into the brush to scout ahead.

“Hopefully we can find it before it finishes its warmup.”

- to mark a shift from Hunter to strategist.

“Best-case, we’re looking at a subspecies. Worst-case?” She flicked her gaze back to the twisted treeline.

“It’s something that doesn’t care what lives here. And it’s testing how fast it can tear through it.”

She gave a sharp whistle to Larka-

- in the air like static on skin.

“Whatever it is, it’s not hunting for food,” she said, scanning the broken trunks and stripped branches. “This is erratic. Either it’s injured, pissed off… or worse—something drove it here.”

She glanced at Tat, her voice dropping just enough-

-exhaling through her nose. Her tone wasn’t annoyed—it was wary.

Larka let out a small growl, fur puffed as she pressed against Bianca’s boot. The Palico wasn’t one to scare easy, but even she was jittery.

Bianca adjusted her grip on her blades, the faint hum of electrical energy still lingering-

Bianca didn’t respond right away—her attention was fixed on the sky, eyes narrowing at the shifting shadows above. A low rumble—not thunder, but something more alive—rolled through the forest canopy, and every muscle in her body tensed.

“I hate when you’re right,” she muttered finally,-

- raised, "No—seventy."--"The other thirty is me eating dirt and scaring the crap out of Larka."

The Palico huffed somewhere behind them, tail bristled like a bottlebrush.

Bianca smirked faintly. "She's gonna pretend she’s mad. But I saw her toss that Vigorwasp like she meant it."

Bianca groaned as Tat adjusted his grip, her arm slung loosely over his shoulder now instead of dangling like dead weight. She was walking—sort of—feet dragging just enough to count.

"Okay… that was, like… eighty percent a victory."

She blinked blearily, then corrected herself with a finger-

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"Stay sharp," she warned, her voice steady. "We'll track it down, assess the situation, and then we make a plan, together.”

-, trying to pick up the scent of their quarry, her nose twitching in anticipation.

The palpable energy of the forest grew stronger, hinting at the power of the beast they were about to face. She unsheathed her blades, the gleaming metal a stark contrast against the vibrant greenery.-

-descended into the dense foliage of the Ancient Forest, she gracefully dismounted and petted the creature's scaly neck in thanks.

Her gaze followed the trail of destruction with a critical eye. "Looks like we've got a big one this time," she mused. Her palico chittering as she sniffed the air-

Bianca watched him with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Glad to be of service, as always.” she teased as her clawshot latched onto her wingdrake. Herown palico, Larka, quickly scarfing down the rest of her food and grappled onto Bianca’s foot before liftoff.

As the Wingdrake-