Otter Creek bleed and blister

He expected the smaller female hadn't been intending on getting into any trouble today. She didn't seem like the type to antagonize - in fact, she seemed more childish and naive than anything. It was logical for him not to blame her for her curiosity, but he did anyways. So when she shied away from him, he only stepped closer, arching his neck slightly as if to get a better look at her. The beast wrinkled his nose as he looked her over. "Yoooou originaate froom the Plateaauu." He pointed out lowly. There was some distaste on his tongue as he spoke of the Plateau, but otherwise his body language remained neutral. "Dooo teell mee hooww youur leeader fares. Hawwkeeyyyeee, yess?"

Raheerah wasn't typically so chatty. In fact, he actually didn't care at all how Hawkeye was. He would be content if she were dead as a result of her own devices, but the beast had really only met her once, and it wasn't really fair of him to judge. But at the same time, it hadn't been fair of her to judge them, either; to turn them from their borders claiming their hierarchy had no room for the weary travelers. He held a grudge against the foolish woman from that day, if only because her actions had been a slight against his Lham. She was lucky that her rejection had not caused Lham to waste away in the wilderness, lest Raheerah hunt her down and tear her apart.