flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She was suspicious but purely because she rarely interacted with anyone outside of Tartok, and even more rare was for her to hunt with anyone outside of Tartok. Granted, she had done just that with one that she had found on the mountain that had been her home since coming to these new lands, but she had been terribly lonely at that moment in time and had been the one to invite that stranger to hunt with her. It was also because she’d wanted something larger than a rabbit to eat. So for this male to be inviting her to a meal with him, she couldn’t help but be suspicious. Was he expecting something from her in return? Or was he actually just a decent guy? Either way, he was paying attention to her.
When he set off into motion, Aguta paused for only a moment before pushing herself forward and easily catching up with him. Falling into step beside him, she carried herself quite proudly and, surprisingly, allowed herself to begin to enjoy his company. She remained silent as she moved along beside him, feeling curious as to where he was leading her but not wanting to damage the moment by asking questions. For the first time in a long time, Aguta was forcing herself to just trust him even though he was a stranger. The large woman doubted she’d run into him again once she returned to where she’d come from, so why not allow herself to relish in the moment?
She stopped when he stopped, allowing her gaze to follow where he had motioned. Icy gaze fell upon the animals he was pointing at. Though she had seen animals like that before, she’d not hunted them that she could recall, sticking to the things that lived on the mountains instead. Her gaze shifted to him as he asked his question. “No,”, she answered, giving a slight shake of her head. Though she was large, she was long legged, built more for speed, for the chase. Though she could also very easily take a hit, too, be the “catcher” of the animal being chased down. Since this was his thing, she would actually let him instruct her as to what he wanted her to do rather than try to take it over and tell him what she expected of him. “What would you have me do?”