Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

She saw a flash of gray and her strides were broken as she watched him close in on her. The priest's body language remained neutral, though in some way her body was held unusually: Definitely not dominant, but neither submissive. Almost casual, in some way, as if none of that mattered much to her. She watched as he approached; she did not recognise him, not right in this moment, for their last meeting had been brief and on much different footing in many ways. The priest waited in silence for his approach, watching as he closed the distance between the two with a much more outspoken body language than she.