Jade Fern Grove Not a yes sir, not a follower.

It all seemed to happen so fast. She felt what she thought was a kick in her sleep-altered awareness and leaped from her makeshift shelter with hackles raised. Out of fear and confusion, a low growl escaped her lips.

Once the initial shock had worn off, she blinked a few times and shook out her coat causing the hair on her neck and shoulders to fall back down. She looked at him, her expression full of irritation. "Anaq!" The word came out in her native language, something that sometimes happened in the heat of the moment. "It seemed like a good enough place to me," she said with accented English. "I didn't expect someone to go traipsing through the middle of a fern bush," she added, the annoyance clear in her tone.