Ouroboros Spine sunrise, tomorrow

Ciri was quiet as she moved to join Valiant on the hilltop, mindful of the herd who grazed together in the lowlands. She kept a keen yellow eye on them, curious to see if any might be unsettled by the predators' watch, but all was still.

If they'd been noticed, the deer did not seem to care.

She lifted her sunflower gaze to look upon the pale hunter's face and she smiled, though it felt somewhat forced. What are you thinking? Ciri asked, voice hushed.