Ankyra Sound they're lining up the prisoners and the guards are taking aim

Shadow meets shadow beneath the leaking lifeblood of the sun.  The venomous yellow of his gaze finds her statuesque form, long legs altering their course to something more purposeful.  He strides in her direction with a neutral but self-assured posture and slows to a halt a cautious distance from the strange woman.  

She is not like the limp, waifish girls he is used to.  Even from here he can tell she is cut and hardened; it catches his eye in a surprising way.  He watches her silhouette for movement, and breaks the silence with a low chuff.