Hideaway Strath sweet salvation on a dining room table

Sakari's citrine gaze studied the surface of the river, searching for the small disturbances in the flow that would indicate the presence of rocks or other debris around the island that could impede her access. 

She started when the sharp voice rang out from behind. It was rare for anyone to take her by surprise; she must have been growing complacent in the quiet, fortified, near-uninhabited expanse of the Strath. 

Sakari recovered herself quickly. 

"Very good," she purred her praise, turning over her shoulder to fix her appraising gaze on the man who spoke her name. He was a large one, just like Fury. Two peas in a pod. 

Sakari turned the rest of her body in a fluid motion, so that she now faced the man. When she spoke again, her tone was low, her voice soft and alluring. "What can I do for you, Mister..?" Sakari paused, waiting for the man to fill in his name.