Ankyra Sound Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

The sensation that the darkness was peering back was not a pleasant one.  Rosalyn held her gaze on it for a few long moments, but at length the urge to turn away was overwhelming.  She did so, fur prickling, just in time to see that Wylla and Stag were approaching.  Fortunately they were not on her blind side.

She recognized Wylla immediately.  She'd thought Sagtannet gone, but perhaps they'd simply moved south, and now were rallying again to resume their chase?  It wasn't unreasonable to think they'd held the aim this long - after all, their first attempt had been just as baseless.

She didn't rile, but did stand.  Her face bore an expression of tired acceptance.  If you're here for blood, then get on with it.  She wouldn't outrun them in her current state, so soon after the bear, but she wouldn't go quietly either.  Even if it wasn't madness for her to take on the two of them alone, she had no desire to.  Her desire for anything was sapped.