Wapun Meadow traitor

surya had never seen a shark, but if he had, he might well liken this pair to the creature. they prowled closer, clearly on the offense, though their movements were slow (for now). he did not look straight at them but slightly off to the side, watching their approach from the corner of his eye.

have i done wrong? he asked in his still heavily-accented common tongue. his face betrayed no irritation, though it could be found, perhaps, in the small but agitated twitch of tail at his hocks.

after all, he had crossed no border. he had come here before with no trouble. so why now this not-so-welcome party? 

once, he may have been inclined to play nice, but rajendra's death had broken something in surya. he cared very little about smoothing over a misunderstanding he hadn't meant to cause.