Nocturne Summit the faces staring back at me look like somebody else

the woman recoiled, not something germanicus might have expected from someone who bore the weals of a long life. he did not retreat, but did not advance, only waited until she had finished speaking. her voice was high-strung now, anxious.

"these are not my lands. i only wander, as you do." there was no pack-scent in her own, and so the guard saw them as evenly met.

he bent and began to drink, tasting the dusty brackishness of the raw mountain in each lap of his tongue. it was refreshing to the eagle, and he only lifted his head after a time. "do you hunt, domina?"