Don't tell me that

A commotion drew the marauder in like a moth to flame. She was a sucker for a kerfuffle. She loped around a stand of scrub brush, the only as far as the eye could see, and was...disappointed by the source of the noise. She'd been hoping for a more impressive fight. Say, one between two predators, maybe. Not a wolf having a standoff with a sorrowful mother pronghorn. While this was the far more likely scenario she was still disappointed. All that hustle for nothing.

Or maybe not. Was that a prayer she heard? As a youngster Valkyrie had heard many such utterances. Usually from the captives being hauled back by raiding parties. She too been known to say a line or two when necessary, but never once had she asked for help correcting the flaws in others. That struck her as strange. Why bother with something like that? Family she could see, but strangers? That seemed like misplaced efforts.

Valkyrie padded closer, her hawkish gaze on the pale man. "That is quite the lofty goal. Some might say presumptuous."