Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

what the huntress lacked in height was renewed by the fine build of her rangy limbs and the cool observation from steelspark eyes. something altogether wild in the shape and sound of her, feral in the way that the barest hint of an accent clutched the upswing of her voice. forged in the image of diana, he decided, satisified that he chosen always to note her among all the gods he knew to be real.

providing him with information about the nearby prey put her into higher esteem. germanicus inclined his head, silently granting her the rights to lead their quest. he chose to act in such a manner with all strangers met upon his travels. it provided the guard with more safety to provoke no confrontation, and often granted him information which he would be able to bring back unto kingslend.

and there was the haptic pleasure of hunting, and to be at the flank of another assured hunter elevated the experience. he was silent, rejuvenated.