Silver Moraine 'Cause nothing hurts like a woman can

A voice broke though his thoughts, distracting him from his already distracted state. Although he had ventured out to scout, he realized, through the woman's words, that he hadn't been paying much attention. If he had he wouldn't have been slightly startled, she had come from down wind. Turning he caught sight of the disheveled woman, her bronze gaze focused on him. He was surprised she hadn't simply walked away. Rather she left him with a warning.

Siarut narrowed his gaze as he turned fully to face the woman properly. She looked worse for wear, her ear garbled, and her neck an array of fleshy partially healed mass. His gaze softened slightly, and he tried to let his anger at their previous encounter settle for a moment. "I take it he's the one to tear you to shreds." He watched her carefully, rustled by her presence. He did appreciate the information, but he didn't have to let her know that.