ISLA
"Well if that's the case, of course I'll be your companion for the day," Isla says with a little mock curtsey for Asta's trouble. "And I'll also make sure you aren't bothered by anything once you've made your kill." Not that she imagines any flock of gore crows will want to come within half a mile of a fyrhund eating one of their brethren, but you never know with corvids. (And yes, that's a fancy way of saying they can be both very smart and very dumb at the same time, Danta).
Hunt, kill and devour it is, then, and Isla follows the butcher's gaze over to a few nooks and crannies in the stone where she imagines some of those very crows might be hiding. "I'll follow your lead, then," she decides with a soft smile in his direction. "If you need to drop back, we'll take a breather. And when you're ready to push forward, I'll be right there with you. With any luck we'll catch some pretty quickly." Not only that - perhaps Asta's bloodlust will take over and it might be something of a cathartic experience for him.
Hunt, kill and devour it is, then, and Isla follows the butcher's gaze over to a few nooks and crannies in the stone where she imagines some of those very crows might be hiding. "I'll follow your lead, then," she decides with a soft smile in his direction. "If you need to drop back, we'll take a breather. And when you're ready to push forward, I'll be right there with you. With any luck we'll catch some pretty quickly." Not only that - perhaps Asta's bloodlust will take over and it might be something of a cathartic experience for him.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
