Kildeer Rest bury the hatchet; bury a friend

the man who appoaches betwixt the rocks carries himself with all the pride his stature, his looks, allow, and the cracks a rib between her teeth as she watches him. he is a titan; like Vaati, but where he is primitive strength this man is honed elegance, carefully wielded power. she draws herself up as he announces his prescence. she does not bother to feign protectiveness over her kill, there is little left but scrapes that only crows would fight over. up close, it is easier to pick out the intricacies of the man. of them, one burns a clear marker on his shouder, one that shows his allegiances clear as day. her expression does not change but there exists now a stiffness to her. "you are a dark brother." her gaze is cool yet steady, she does not expecting him to deny this when the proof is there, clear as day, but there is no edge to her tone yet.