She watched the female with eyes widely drawn, much as a hawk would watch the happenings of a mouse. The warrior had no intention of startling the woman without cause, yet there was an interest in her gaze both genuine and predatory. Genuine in that she was curious to what led her to the water’s edge… and the latter as she perceived this to be some kind of rest as she prepared for her true purpose. She did not find it a coincidence that the very female that guided her to the mountain was again found not only near but upon its surface. An infiltration mission perhaps. A futile attempt to find the entrance of the Vale before being caught by its natives.
Quietly, Nuata watched as the dark healer struck then reared her catch from the water… only to have it flop back into its slippery home. She was too quick to celebrate rather than assure the creature was dead. A bite to the head would have done it good, but of course the creature was now far from her reach.
“Bite it next time,” she grumbled, effectively breaking the stillness. |