I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

They had the cat trapped in a vicious tug-of-war it seemed, Azriel at the head of the cat and Atreyu at the tail. Azriel probably preferred it that way, Atreyu mostly out of harm's way. She fully understood what kind of danger she had been in, and though she had her eyes closed in prayer when the cat had snuck up on her, she still should have heard it. There would never be another moment when she would be able to let her guard down, even during morning rituals. She made her mind up once the jaguar was dead that they would need to rid the shrine of predators before they could truly be safe here.

It was a valuable lesson, and she was glad to have Azriel with her this time - though she had been woefully unaware of his shadowing. It was a sobering moment, and one she would never forget. The cat was finally still beneath them, and she released its hind leg panting hard from the heat. She could only imagine how the thick pelt of her betrothed was treating him. Perhaps they should make their way southward soon. Meeting his Kiska-kissed eyes, Atreyu gave a sheepish grin and shook her head in the negative. "No, I am not hurt. I am glad you were here...I guess I can handle your guarding." She looked him over, making sure that he only had surface scratches and nothing that she would have to fight him over. "What about you? Anything I need to see to or clean up for you?" Her holographic gaze shifted over him repetitively, not wanting to miss anything he wouldn't tell her about.

"Azriel" || "Atreyu"