Otter Creek Bennu

The man frowned, curious. She had not scented the deer. Bayek wondered if he had mistaken the smell for fantasy – hunting far from the land of his birth would offer new prey. He had seen the deer traveling in herds but had no way to bring them down on his own. It wet his mouth to think of how much meat they carried on their bodies.

The woman asked if he was hungry, boasting that she was a fisher. Amethyst eyes studied her expression. She was earnest in her words, from what he could tell. Bayek wondered what she might like in exchange for her skills.

I am. Are you offering to fish? What might you ask in exchange?

Bayek lifted his head, tail wavering faintly.