the way we stalk, the way we kiss

Deluge wasn't sure anyone would be able to smell anything over the stink of the nearby hot springs and the crashing of the falls would drown out any sound of their approach. She had reverted to tips of her head or flicks of her tail to direct the approaching Raider's, washed out against the light of the setting sun. The dense trees served to further obscure the approaching party, all bar their leader who glowed like a beacon in the failing light, particularly after the swim they had taken to get here. It would work in her favour, drawing the attention of any who stumbled across them and providing an opening for the others to get deeper into the territory to get the job done.