Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Both looked to him rather quickly, one with a facade encased in fear and the other with politeness. She even spoke out to him. A small, sincere greeting.
Flicking an ear, Khaba took a step closer to the border markings. Once directly over the line, the beast swiped a heavy paw against the dirt, flinging a few capsules of earth. This was as far as he would walk nearer and a boundary they could not cross. They still held distance, but now they would know where they were forbidden to go.
The mazoi watched them carefully now, waiting for some indication that the hint was made clear.