Frostfire Ridge black hole in the sky

Unfortunately for her, the one that approach was downwind, so their identity was a half-mystery. Half, because if she'd lift her head and look, she'd know who it was. As it turned out, the King was not one to beat around the bush, speaking her name and at the same time, letting her know who had found her. Not that she wanted his company, but whatever.

It wasn't until after he'd started his spiel that the girl visibly paid him attention, lifting her head up off the ground to look at him, her front half twisting so that she was laying rather like a lion. His apology was heard, acknowledged with the simple flick of an ear, though the line of her mouth drew rather straight when he told her she couldn't walk away. A lifted eyebrow the response to his offered moment of critique, considering it.

"Okay," She replied, and nothing more. There was no used to speaking her mind and telling him the error of his ways. Nochtli knew how little good talking to a figurative brick wall would bring her and she wasn't going to waste the effort. He already had it set in his broken little head that all Amazons were the same and though she could attempt to tell him differently, few took such truths easily when it only meant that they were wrong.