The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

Despite her obvious single-mindedness for the hunt, Exousia had the presence of mind to look somewhat shocked at the revelation that the wolf was, in fact, partly blind. She openly stared at him, nearly missing his complaints but not at all missing his new tone, which may have come largely from feeling unappreciated.

But she was who she was; he would receive no gratitude from her until the job was finished – and not a second before. If he could barely keep up after a wounded deer, then smaller, faster prey was certainly out of the question.

She shook her head, her expression falling somewhere between skeptical and exasperated. Had his physical losses drained him of all his mettle? Had he ever had it? We can do it, she assured him, doubtless in her conviction. All four hooves missed me, yes? That is a good omen. We must continue this path. But if you want to give up, then go. I can do it alone.

She forged ahead with or without his accompanying limp. Still, despite her outward aloofness, a part of her somewhere deep inside hoped that he wished to trust her.