Sunbeam Lair You displease the host, there is no defense

The shiny honey of her eyes laid themselves upon the bear and her prey collapsed to the floor.

A flurry of notes clamored their way out of her mouth, ones Drust unsurprisingly could not comprehend. The language of others foreign to him. But she was not all unfamiliar.

The panic in her eyes, the defensive stance over the doe, the hostility imitating from within... directed at him. The dialect he was most familiar with.

Experience suggested a brewing altercation, something likely avoidable if he simply left.

Yet, being witness to her condition meant he was unable to do so.

Words, a grumbling belly, both insufficient communicators of the hunger pitted within this female. The way her skin clung to her so close and her strength failed to hold her steady, these things made it clear.

Yet she did not feast, dragged her meal up a mountain... Why?

His gaze flitted past her a moment. An entrance into the mountain in the near distance. A destination?

He held his ground. Aware any advance may be misinterpreted. With his eyes, he once again found the clouded female and attempted to communicate his question.

Gesturing from her, to the doe, then the cave ahead, before returning to her. Contemplation in his eyes.