Bearclaw Valley djinn

in indra's eyes the distraction was welcome; she had neither the patience nor the fortitude to entertain stigmata's annoyance with the issue -- whatever the issue was -- indra, younger than most in her position, had just enough life experience to make herself confident in her station, but not enough that she could fend herself from the male's stalwart position without rising to anger.

in other words, she would be a terrible debate partner.

the deer had yet to notice her, and stigmata had yet to follow her. she rolled her shoulders, unwilling to look back at the contrary male - if he didn't follow, she would just hunter herself -- however much of a fool's errand it was. it was unlikely the redleaf could fell a doe on her own, but her own stubbornness (and heated annoyance in light of their mild spat) drove her to hunt anyway.

to hell with men, who thought they knew everything. indra slithered through the grass, her gaze locked on a hind not too far from where she was. a huff announced that stigmata had indeed followed her, and if indra looked back she might have noticed it was with great reluctance. her eyes were trained on the prize, but her frustrations meted an unsteady hand and she lunged too soon; the doe spun quick on her heels and fled, her motions alerting the rest of the herd which sprung eastward in a pattering stampede.