Gyrfalcon's Keep Asteroid

rusalka trudges along, content to linger in the not so silent silence between them. it is interrupted by bird song, by the whisper of the wind, by their footfalls: his heavy and her's softer in comparison.

but he is not a talkative beast by many means.

it is the hiss that grabs his attention; his body posture shifting to one reminiscent of a warrior's defense.

frantically, his gaze searches the grasses in front of where the priestess has stopped and recoiled. move! he barks at her. he cannot recollect what type of snake she has angered, but it slithers towards her all the same.

poisonous or not, he does not know. can't bring it in himself to care.

it is preoccupied by her and rusalka uses that to his advantage, lunging at it with the aim to crush it between his powerful jaws.