flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
There was little left to be said between the two of them it seemed. The hunt had gone well, minus her getting kicked in the chest, and they both now had full stomachs with plenty left over to share with others. Aguta would not likely take any with her, though, because she had quite a distance to travel and did not want to be hindered with carrying any part of the leftover carcass with her. “Thank you,” she responded, giving a slight dip of her muzzle. It had been an interesting experience, hunting with a stranger in strange lands, but it had been well worth it, especially since her stomach was plenty full now.
She was just rising to her paws from her seated position as he walked away when he stopped, turning back toward her and addressing her one last time. For a moment, her ears slicked backward as his words rang true. Aguta diverted her gaze away from him for a brief second before returning it in his direction, letting her icy gaze meet his of yellow. “I know…” was her almost hushed response. Watching him go, she finally pushed herself onward. Aguta did as she was used to doing and did her absolute best at hiding her trail as she traveled back in the direction of the mountain that was her home in these lands. She made it damn near impossible for anyone to be able to follow her. Little did she know, he would end up doing just that.