Boartusk Heights Robots need love too

for a moment, the fell beast was conflicted: carry on with his plot, and possibly vie for survival with this clearly fit, seasoned warrior -- alternatively, he might be given a free pass in ravaging, so long as he did it besides this revenge-driven nymph. it might be the perfect guise to earn her trust - something the man could use to his favor later if he was so inclined.

he took his time inspecting the scent niamh had stepped back and exposed for him; to a sharp eye, it would have looked if the grim creature was gravely studying every crossed note of this missing person's scent -- yet it was not so, iliksis was carefully biding his time, and weighing his decisions.

after a time, he glanced upwards and his gaze trailed along the heavy stormclouds, which moved in close on dour faces. in fields afar they rested ominous and heavy against the obscured mountain ranges: rain was falling in the distance.

"it is not good." he concluded, turning back to the golden sylph with a frown. "it is easier to track when there is moisture in the air, but the rain will present a problem." he canted his muzzle in the direction the trail meandered, as if suggesting niamh pursue it. "there is time yet, if you are quick."