Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

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Movement nearby causes her head to swivel in the direction of whom she momentarily believes to be her sister. Yet, she found herself reminded of her father when gazing upon his face which had scars to match that of the cold-blooded brute who sired her. 

He is hungry too. 

She nods wordlessly to the man, trotting silently in the direction of his gesture. He is a stranger to her; a fact that she is reminded of as she stares from a distance at the large hooves of their prey. As she is not an experienced hunter, Scylla realizes a wrong move on his part could very well become detrimental to her. Trust did not come easy to the young woman. Regardless, she presses forth, eyes glancing between a singular elk which appeared weathered and aged and the man, indicating the chosen target. Picking it apart from the rest of the herd was next.