Overture Downs and the desolate moorland below

He spoke again and Nunataq stoppedd in her tracks, tilting her head to the side as she processed, what he was telling her. Not that it made any sense, but the incident with Stigmata had taught her that just maybe it was not worth risking of being pounced at and pinned to the ground again. What she could draw out from the way he talked, was that he was calm, confident and not hostile. He also did not seem to be harbouring any sudden, unpleasant plans on attacking her. And yet there was not welcome in his voice, rather a request to slow down.

This she did then, by sitting down at the same spot, where she had stopped. But since no one had forbidden her to look, her gaze was locked on the man, taking in his every features and trying to read more about him from a distance.

I do not mind this being a short thread. You can wrap up in your next post, if you wish.