criss-cross over miles of eyes, endless looks shooting over
His explanation for his nickname for her made her sigh, but the smile did not wane. It was not the first time she was given a nickname, though she wasn't sure if 'Missy' was much better than 'Tiger' or not. Both were equally infuriating, but she simply shrugged her shoulders and sighed with a good natured roll of the eyes. "Fine, but only because its you." She said, hating herself a little. 'Missy' was nothing like the strong warriors name she had, but it would do. Maybe she would have to give him a name, also, for revenge?

Before she had chance to think up any sort of name for the stag, a shadow shifted from among the foliage of the trees. She turned, lowering her horn, only to be greeted with the face of a bear. Only her previous sighting of the bear during the herd meeting prevented her from charging the beast, but it still made her muscles tense in preparation for a fight. The bear, however, seemed to focus his attention only upon he foal, who was not only announcing how handsome Tharos was, but how her mother was in charge and able to see through the eyes of the shaggy brown beast.

Ktulu. Ktulu's daughter. Ktulu who can see what the bear sees. She froze, legs stiffening visibly. Her eyes widened. She had yet to meet the infamous lead mare face to face, though she knew her current duty was to be guarding the borders. She certainly was failing at that job, standing chatting to an Outcast. Tharos seemed to understand, gesturing a silent farewell before turning to speed off into the gloom. She wanted to reach out and stop him; she had nobody here, she was utterly alone, yet she did nothing. Instead, the filly caught his attention, asking for a game. Inwardly, she felt relieved. He was not leaving, and neither did the filly seem bothered by the situation. Maybe she had nothing to fear. She glanced sideways toward the bear. "The foal is safe with us. Please, leave." She murmured for the bears ears only, though she doubted he would understand her tongue. She sighed at the pointlessness of her words and turned to watch the stag and filly play under the moonlight. She stood, a silent vigil overlooking the pair beside the looming shadow of the bear. "Yes, don't leave so soon. We would miss you." She whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear, smiling quietly. She realized, as she overlooked them, that she had no fear for any punishment she might receive. It is worth it, she told herself, knowing it to be true.

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