Qeya River tight rope

i scatter them, she said simply, her voice low and steady, as if the plan had already unfolded in her mind. drive the bull to you. you catch him.

her gaze flicked to him, lingering for a moment, searching for something in his expression. don’t miss, she added, a subtle challenge laced in her tone.

without waiting for his reply, she turned her attention back to the herd, her muscles coiling in anticipation. she was already visualizing the chaos she would create, the paths she would carve to push their target into the waiting jaws of her new companion.