She had learned in her time as a wanderer how strange nature’s blessings could be. A frozen carcass, though its exterior was severely marred, still supplied the needed nourishment for those that took the initiative to excavate he preserved meat from frozen flesh.
Xi’nuata looked to this carcass now- though her lip still quivered in disgust at the sight of him- as the flesh diligently revealed, laid there to serve as a benefit. It must have been with reason that he returned to the borders of the Vale this day. The sage aside, she believed it was for more than that- but this she did not share.
“You will come with me then.” Her voice descend to a whisper, cold and hard as the eyes that bore into her so scornfully. Rather than wait for his compliance- or more appropriately assumed, his refusal- she marched toward him again, forgetting the sage underpaw. Her jaws parted but ferocity blunted by her lips downward drawn, she made to grab the elder male by his ivory scruff. |