"Oh shut up." Quinn glared, going to look at Sahara. She took a brush out of who knows where and started grooming her. "What do we have planned today, folks?" Quinn asked sarcastically. She didn't make eye contact with Sage, but stayed staring at Sahara's golden red coat as she brushed.

Sage shrugged in response to her question. "I'll probably stay out here. It a full moon tonight so...." He trailed off slightly and shrugged. "I'm not really supposed to stay in the castle where people can hear me scream," he noted. "And my bedroom floor hurts so I tend to stay out here. Though, if we're getting married it shouldn't be an issue if you stay, so you're welcome," he admitted.

"I wouldn't go back to the castle if you fully turned into a werewolf and ate me." Quinn joked, then looked at him. "But I really mean it, what should we do today? You know the woods, you know SOMETHING to do."

Quinn thought for a moment. "You could help me imporove my strength and we could wrestle?" She snorted, half joking. She knew she would probably end up on the ground every single time, and it was kind of a silly idea.

Sage chuckled lightly. "As long as you can stand to see me shirtless," he noted with amusement, still teasing her embarrassment a little bit because why not. It was rather funny, especially since they were going to be married soon.

"That's not fair!" Quinn protested. "You can wrestle with a shirt on!" She tried to frown but you could see a small laugh ready to come out, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a almost invisible smile. "And I know.. sorry. Can you think of ANY other ideas?" Quinn pleaded

She finished brushing Sahara and turning, crossing her arms at Sage. She couldn't help but remember him without a shirt on... and so wrestling is out of the idea. Woohoo. "How about.. racing? On foot or on horse? Stalking? Orrr we could practice our stalking, racing, and our wrestling all together by playing a game called the hunter and the prey." Quinn shrugged.

She explained, "Just a game I made up. One of us is the hunter, the other is the prey. We set up a... five mile square box? Then the prey goes and hides. The hunter has to track the prey down. Once he finds and catches the prey to 'kill' it he has to pin it down for 5 seconds." Quinn shrugged. Pretty simple game.

Sage chuckled lightly and nodded, standing up and wiping his hands off on his pants to dry them. "Sounds fine to me," he hummed. "Since i have wolf senses, you can use your animal friends," he hummed. "I can smell you for almost the five miles if the wind is right," he admitted with a shrug. "What do you want to do first? Hunt or hide?"

"I'll hide." Quinn nodded. "Give me ten minutes, and close yours eyes, ears, and nose!" She teased, darting off into the forest. Once she was a mile away, she called some deer over and rubbed their scent all over her, so she smelled exactly like a buck. Then she went and she found a very dark, weedy area within five miles of where Sage was and crouched there, waiting. With her black clothes she was almost impossible to spot, and with the deer scent she was almost impossible to smell. She knew the only easy way to find her is I felt he got close enough to hear her