Nova Peak I wanna take you for granted

The doe moved on, with Tulukiri glaring after it, tense and ready to charge with all her bullheadedness after the retreating figures.

She was safe now though, and had the hunter to thank. He introduced himself and had an explanation handy - but she didn't really listen.

Should take her out. Two of us, separated as she was. Why didn't we rush her? She looked to Lestan and caught herself glaring now at him with residual hostility, and chuffed softly to dispell the rising tension of the moment.

I'm called Tulukiri. Her eyes traced the herd's path, and she shook out her shoulders to do away with the last of her anger.