Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

He was just about to spring (aka creep another few inches forward) when he heard movement behind him. Artaax turned in time to see the female darting up alongside him, shouting, and then leaping away like an idiot once again. The hunter stared incredulously after her, his face contorted with shock and anger that she would do something so heinous. For a moment, he felt very close to attacking her. But instead, he just stood there, impotently, like a grumpy little boy who wanted to play board games but everyone was too busy joking and not taking it as seriously as he did.