Arrow Lake The beat of the drums

She almost missed Kazimir’s scheme, for her ears tipped back ever further to heard the vague  ( but so familiar )  chatter of Dragomir. Just as she hoped Vonn would soon quieted, her orders came: give the bull a wide enough berth, and then inflict as much damage as they could. Alright, easy enough.

When Ingram crept away from the party, the herbalist mimicked his path in the opposite direction; taking two strides for each longer one of his. Her boney shoulders barely peeked above the patches of wild grasses; and whenever more of her could be seen, she was hunkered down with her belly almost kissing the earth.

When she was finally in position, she kept everything she could in her peripherals even as she trained hard, gleaming argent eyes on the bull between her and Ingram. A kick wouldn’t do either of their heads well at all.