Whitebark Stream the black sea

sivaak responds with her own amused chortle. so they have come to an agreement; with words.

no. no blood was needed to be spilled between huntress and black scar. they see eye to eye.

she clicks teeth to sobeille to order her to keep pace, and takes up position at the back of black scar's left flank. already, feeling the thrill of a good hunt in her bones; in her veins. yes, black scar would be worthy to hunt alongside. her breath hitches at the thought that he shall see her worth.

she replies in taste: the strange girl is too smart to be just a slave. she is student.

she snaps her teeth once—a sharp sound—then jerks her head in the direction of the herd. a clear signal to the black scar: she will take the flank. she veers to the side, positioning herself to drive the caribou toward the lanzadoii chieftain.