Neverwinter Forest Ukijijuk

She was not hiding herself from him.

There was a different sort of stalking to be done around men, especially men she did not know and wanted to study. He did not move like he was a warrior; he moved like a hunter, purely, and something about that was appealing. He was clearly a healthy, fit man who knew his way around the forest — he was on the edge of an animal trail even before she'd picked up on him, so he knew what he was doing. Tulukiri wondered if he would be offended by her presence or if she might goad him in to a fight --

And the answer came when he turned, regarding her, and called out in his way. It was not the way of Tartok; the warrior's way of seeking with teeth, of tasting, of testing. He was more akin to those of the village than what Tulukiri had hoped for. But she gave a small chuff as she considered - and then moved on an intercept course so that she came up alongside him.

She tasted the air and looked him over again, blatantly.

What are we hunting? She would test him.