Overture Downs [m] chicken soup for the soulless

Glaukos followed the woman and kept an eye out for danger. He was aware enough to keep tabs on Jav as she moved ahead or scouted for prey, but chose not to intervene unless she called for him - which she had not. Her injury was recovering pretty well considering he had packed it with herbs he only somewhat recognized, and all that mud.

There came a strange sound from overhead, like something beating at nearby branches, so Glaukos looked — and watched as a fat mallard did its best imitation of flight. The bird looked panicked. The sight of it made Glaukos salivate as he thought of how tasty the fatty meat might be.

He moved on moments later once the bird had vanished. Glaukos followed the downs, and the scent of Javelina, not noticing her distress as he was focused on the surrounding terrain.