She had several days worth of walking ahead of her to reach the spot she intended to cross. Sabine had an idea of where she was going. She'd followed the river one way and now she just had to follow it back. The specifics of the original journey didn't matter too much anymore; with the recent meltings and the higher water level few things felt familiar to her. One thing remained unchanged though - the river of course had not moved. All she had to do was follow it and eventually it would take her to where she wanted to be.
As irked and wary as she was, never once did Sabine abandon her regal bearing. She carried herself confidently, each step seemingly sure and without fear of a puddle that was too deep. The giantess was nothing if not vain and she loathed the idea of appearing clumsy or weak. It was for that reason that she - fearful of her next step or not - carried herself with pride.
A distant voice - one she would have ignored if not for the words spoken - alerted her to the presence of another. Clearly this person, whoever he was, was on other other side of the river. Was he shouting at her? He had to be. She could scent no one else. Stupid amazon? Big fat body? Sabine snorted a caustic laugh. Was he a child? He had to be for such juvenile insults. Her voice laced with a challenge she shouted back, "Come here, sweetheart, and say that to my face!" She waited a beat and then said slyly, "Unless you're afraid of this big fat amazon?" Sabine expected to earn nothing but more words from the man. In her experience only pussies used some kind of obstacle to ensure their safety while flinging insults. If he had any balls at all he'd cross the river and try again.
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