Totoka River we grew under a bad sun

Wallflower was unfazed by the man's strange accessories and bird. She had seen far stranger things - far more gruesome things. He mimicked her, something she recognized from other commanders when their unit members had said something completely stupid or out of line.  But this man was not her commander. He held no power over her, even if he thought so.

And he did, apparently, seeing he was still advancing. Wallflower wasn't looking for a fight. She had just come for a drink and a sight that differed from the blood forest. Without an expression, she tried to nip at the stranger when he came forth, her reflexes sharper than a knife from at least a year of training. She didn't like being touched, that much was clear.

I request you leave me alone. She spoke, voice steady though still a bit hoarse from the smoke she had inhaled. With this, she retreated a few steps again, eyes never leaving the stranger.