Dragoncrest Cliffs free at last, free at last

The trail was strong; their wasn't much distance between the hunters and the hunted. Bobby turned around to face Thur and make sure that she was following, but also to get a good enough look at her face to decide if he was making a jackass move. It wouldn't have been the first one (lapses in judgement were kinda his thing), but it would have been the most jackassish one, for sure.

Now, in this moment, he had the perfect chance to impress his Nomi the way that Artaax and Blixen both had, and he might very well blow it by trying to be the biggest, baddest jackass the world has ever seen. Nonetheless, Bobby's look to Thur was more for his own reassurance. If her face told him to stop, then he knew that he was doing something right.

Up ahead, he whispered, nodding his head toward the oblivious deer, We can take it. I can take it, trust me.

He snaked around to one side of the prey and waited expectantly for Thur to do the same.