A soft canine alert reached him from across the water. Without lifting his dark head he opened his eyes to watch the reflection of the other come closer, his ears perked and listening. He noticed her amble, friendly and loose, warm and inviting. Like the others he had met, her scent was mixed with many others, but hers also had a tinge of recent battle.
As she came closer he lifted his head from the water, his dark square jaw still dripping wet and watched her with his piercing eyes. She was a lithe young woman, warm and inviting in countenance, polite in her request to join his drink. He couldn't help but notice her eyes were the color of sunlight streaming through warm summer leaves, but she had fresh wounds over her face... the muscle tone of her body was lean, she must be a fighter... Or was she forced to fight?
"Of course." He allowed warmly, lowering his head to consent. He even took a step back to give her his spot silently.
He could sense... grief and worry? She was a stranger to him, but he had been taught many ways to see through the masks people put up. What better way to lead others spiritually than to see through their lies, even the ones they told themselves. Not that it helped him see through the mater of lies... his uncle.
Had she just escaped from some harrowing fight? Those marks were canine, they could not be from a rough hunt.
"You are wounded... are you running from someone? Are you safe?" He looked up to the treeline on alert, wondering if she could also be a decoy for an ambush. Were her captors hunting for someone else to fight for them?
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