Emberwood heist

Quetzalcoatl, the further inland she pressed, had picked up on the scent of the bear carcass, the pungent scent of blood strong and overpowering, coupled as if was with the musky sort of scent that bears carried upon them. She did not have much of a palate for bear, favoring elk and venison much more. Still, the Amazon Queen would not be picky and it was not beneath her to take a gift that the Gods had to offer. There was a time for humility and time for being humble and under a gift from the Gods one was always to be humble Queen or Slave. Her course altered in the direction, a small rumble in her stomach alerting her to the knowledge that she would take from it though it was not, by any means, an animal she had a taste for. She would not bypass the opportunity because she did not like it. Mentally marking the place where she departed her son's trail she veered slightly left in the direction of the much stronger scent.

Quetzalcoatl's steps slowed to an abrupt stop as she drew nearer, identifying something else currently gorging itself upon the carcass that she had previously believed had been intended for her. Aside from the hole in it's stomach the behemoth of a canine was feasting from she did not detect any other physical injuries upon it and was left to assume that the bear had perished from illness or simply age. The gender of the canine — clearly not a wolf, or rather not full wolf — did not fall beneath the Amazon Queen's notice and her lip lifted in clear disgust. Male. Her appetite faded rapidly as she recognized that the male's sheer size alone outmatched her long, willowy legs. If he could fight, now that was another matter all together, and though the Amazon was a seasoned warrior — as was all of her women — she was not bloodthirsty and hardly fool-hearty.

Swallowing her disgust that had rose like bile in her throat, the proud woman ghosted forward a few steps. He had something she wanted and while she could certainly try to take it by force she also recognized her appeal as a woman, and knew what her greatest weapon was. Quetzalcoatl took no thrill in using her femme wiles to get what she wanted, at least not to a man at any rate — they were, all of them, beneath her after all but she understood that she was not in Coatl's Rise and she could not force these savage beasts to do her bidding because she saw them as slaves. She was on their ground and thus had to play by their rules. Fearlessly, the Queen let out a chuff in the hopes of re-capturing the male's attention once more; his previous stare having not went unnoticed. It made her feel unclean, being stared at like that, especially by one who was not only a male but also a mutt (or worse yet, dog) but she let it go. She saw little other choice. “That's quite an impressive catch you have there,” The Amazon Queen broke her silence, gesturing to the bear he ate at with her elegant muzzle.