Shy Deer Steppes sotuknang

He was an odd thing—an ugly thing too of poor composition. He was bold as all men ought to be, but it was the look in his eye that made Sitala more wary than usual. She was still confident in herself and knew the limits of her own body; if he came too close or tried anything, she would become a weapon.

The thought that this could be a husband to one of her children should not have entered her mind but Sitala was, to some extent, numb in her thoughts. If he proved a threat then she would savor his demise, but if he did not... No man had been so bold as to approach her in this manner, with an air of danger, and she was in a sense intrigued by it.

Hello, she drawled, with all the charm of an iceberg.