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gunkai = p*ss off (sorry idk how to do translations ;-;)

There is a saying that a warrior always sleeps with one eye open, for you cannot sleep if you're dead.

Soft touches to her shoulder and she reacts on instinct, body quivering as jaws snap weakly towards towards the intruder but she is too parched and too hot to do any real damage. "Gŭnkāi!" she hissed, teeth bared in a snarl. Through the haze of dehydration, the blurred shape of a wolf is registered, its tone of voice held notes of concern. The warrior softens slightly.

"Am okay," she croaks, "my mistake - you scare me." Another shape arrived, melted into the sand as it approached and spoke in silken honey. Of water. A glance to the bird above as shown by the man was enough to intensify the dizziness. She would die here if she did not follow.

She rose and stood to face him though her vision swam, hoping her legs appeared stronger than they felt. "Lead."