Kick your feet into gear or starve

The relentless heat makes traveling miserable and the blazing sun calls for shade. Shade. There was plenty of that here in these old woods with trees taller than anything Ezekiel had ever seen before. Yet, as he aimlessly wandered, lost in thought, a flicker of color caught his attention and pulled him from the depths of his mind. A tall woman meanders through the landscape, taking in the scenery around her and something pulls him after her.

Keeping to the shadows, staying downwind, he trails after the fae, tracing details she spies while staying aware of his surroundings. The musk of grizzly bear smacks him square in the nose and he tests the air, noting that she is making her way straight toward the beast’s lair. Usually, he would abandon them to their fate as stupidity was not a desirable trait but no, something keeps him following after her.

When the beast roars, charging through the underbrush toward the stranger, Zeke watches the woman, silently assessing her reaction to the new threat. Would he deem her worthy of his help or would he leave her to the mercy of the mighty grizzly?


"Speech!"