Never Promised

Keen eyes never left the form of Ultyr, watching as he struck and snagged a beaver as soon as it's head breached the water. Not liking it one bit, Atreyu did have to give him props on his hunting ability. He caught sight of her, freezing in place before a pleasured expression crossed his face that could only be described as predatory. Her own expression remained...tense. "You're good at that, surprise attacks." She remarked, a back-handed compliment if there ever was one. His father had been the one to lead the ambush attack on Judila, and he had been part of it. Gany and Lailah believed he was different, she had to keep reminding herself that she had taken him in with them. He was under her protection now, and what kind of example would she set if she attacked him - physically or verbally.

"That was rude, excuse me." Licking her lips to get the bitter taste of that apology out of her mouth, Atreyu sat before Ultyr and the beaver. She curled her spotted tail around her, the natural regality of her on full display as she tried to reign in her hatred for the very sight of him and what he reminded her of. Looking down between them and then back to Ultyr, those holographic eyes burning with conflicting emotions, Atreyu spoke carefully, her tone measured as she tried to hold back her ill feelings for him. "I could skin it, if you wish." She offered help, reaching into her satchel for her hawksbill blade and revealing to Ultyr that she never went anywhere unarmed. Atreyu was not the helpless princess he might have remembered.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'