Sunspire Mountains sleepy fox hollow

Aktaiê gazed at the mottled creature, eyes bright with curiosity — in Themiscrya, she had never seen such an animal, and had somehow managed to avoid paths with one on her journey to this place. Part of her wanted to snap at it in instinct, warding it and any potential danger away, but the younger female seemed unafraid. The siren stifled any tension from showing in her composure, instead focusing on the contempt she held for all males. Rather than answer the creature—the fox, she presumed—Aktaiê asked him, pointedly, "Do we trespass?" And if they did, what was to be done about it?

In the end, his answer would matter little to the siren. There were more important matters for her attend to, and while the fox might very well be a great source of information, the priestess was more interested in the sprite before her than anything a male — small or big — had to say. "You are an Outrider, παιδί," the Nereides repeated, now understanding the meaning of the title, "Have you seen many places in your travels?"