They made small talk along the way, though nothing worth ever mentioning again. He loomed over her, his presence steadily growing more and more enticing as they moved farther from Arcanum. It had been an uneventful journey, and she had no idea where they were going, nor did she ask. When he finally stopped, his rumbling voice would fill her ears, causing her gaze to lift. When had she last killed something for herself? He looked expectant. "I have to eat, don't I?" She would smirk, amusement dancing across her dark features. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling his tantalizing scent. Breaking his gaze, she would look around them. It was dark, but the moonlight filled the valley, illuminating the territory she had not yet visited. The scent of prey filled her nostrils, along with the scent of rogues. It was her turn to look at him expectantly. He had dragged her out here, now what was he going to do with her?
