Sunset Valley sólsetur

He was steadfast.

A thing she learned quickly and treasured even quicker. He did not balk at the potential of risk nor did he dissuade her wandering or learning. He was not so terrible, no? A thought that brought the briefest smirk to her face before it was replaced by concentration.

This would be tricky. It would not be some lame, bleating doe. The beast would have claws and wish to survive as much they did.

Yet a plan began to form. A risky one placed in the loose weaves of faith she had began to build in him. If she drove the beast towards him, she might have luck in grabbing it from the back. Surely such a strong man would know how to defend himself, yes?

Quickly she made a wide circle and motioned for him to stay on the other side. A silent, patient look as she waited for his readiness to be bait to the beast.