Silvertip Mountain You may feel a slight sawing

For a while, Furiosa wasn't aware of the eyes following her from the beneath the cover of night. If she had any inkling she was being watched, she would've approached without any reservation; she would have accosted her onlooker for not being forthcoming about their presence. Luckily, she continued snuffling about the dark dirt, presently unaware and therefore innocuous towards the unseen bystander. The tarnished banshee prepared to move on, having found nothing in this particular area of great interest or concern, but the wind changed in that moment, and Furiosa picked up her head to catch the faint scent of someone lingering nearby.

Narrowing black eyes, Furiosa stood still, and called out into the darkness with smooth menace: "show yourself now, because you will not like it, if I have to find you."