Little Goat Mountain Still a soldier

Fennec's fur rose as she sensed something moving closer and she showed her teeth instinctually. She didn't snarl, but she also didn't relax until she recognized the voice. It was the man who had sparred with her.

Just taking in the sights. She replied, a clear joke despite the complete lack of inflection that she gave it.

You're hunting. She took a small step backwards, feeling behind for solid stone before committing to the move completely. It frustrated her that she didn't know this place well enough to help. If Fig were here she might risk it - he would know how to guide her to help. Instead she was worse than useless and it annoyed the shit out of her. He probably knew it too.