Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

What is she up to? o-o — Hope you don’t mind the bit of power play Jaclyn. :)

Boris had laid down next to John, to rest, when a scent was caught on the wind, and John swiveled his head, looking around. It took him a moment before the dark figure came into view, and it was coming very close. He looked to Boris, “Stay here.” He whispered, then standing up, he moved a few feet in front of their resting spot, his hackles beginning to bristle, an alert stance. 

“Who is this? Are you friend or foe?” He wouldn’t normally be as on guard, but with the speed of her approach, it surprised him. 

As she neared, he could see her feminine figure, she was young and swathed in cinnamon, her face darkened. In her jaws she clutched a large fish, and though it seemed promising, he was not sure how to judge this situation.

He hoped they had not treaded on claimed land.