Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

the man didn't speak. he watched the movement of the fleeing sheep before turning to her, and while satsu was unnerved to be found by a stranger she wasn't afraid. it was almost refreshing to face someone who didn't know her at all, or think of pharaoh when they looked at her.
she tried on a smile. dark circles had begun to form beneath her eyes lately and the smile exacerbated them.
ohayō, i ... apologize, for frightening your breakfast.
had she been sequestered for so long that she had forgotten how to hold a normal conversation? the air staled; she watched him carefully, unaware of how close her guard had come to them.
it didn't occur to satsu to offer compensation, such as her aid in a hunt. that was for the low-born, or the vagrants.