Shy Deer Steppes sotuknang

They did not watch one another for long. He seemed to settle (although this did little to ease whatever apprehension she had felt) and then, perhaps spurred on by her presence, he rose and began to move. The object he had been carrying was left abandoned atop the snow and she stood thoughtful for a breath. In the end, although Sitala was confident in her ability to keep herself safe, she chose to keep the distance between the two of them.

Her hunger wasn't so grand that she would tempt fate. If it grew, she could return among her sisters and they would feast together.

When the ghost began to move again, it was with some trepidation—she had only been idle for a split second but the male was already gaining upon her position. He was much more swift than she anticipated, and it wasn't until he was fully mobile that she realized his dimensions. The strange pattern of his fur had made it difficult to see him before, but she was keen now and watching.

Against her better judgement perhaps, Sitala slowed her pace again and braced for his arrival. The fur across her shoulders had begun to raise and she was stiff-legged, positioning herself with defensive posture just in case he meant her ill. Something about the look in his eye gave her that indication, but Sitala was not afraid. She had fought with bigger men than this, and won.