Wandering inside the forest, Natasha became tired and leaned on a tree bark. Looking up at the dawn. It was going to be rainy again. At least the troops of crows were shrieking this news.
"Eliot, are you sure about strangers you saw?'
He jumped on a branch and sniffed, he could smell them, it was warm and proved the strangers were close.
"I am certain."
Letting out the word he saw a needle-like blade, it was darting to Natasha's neck, he flashed down and shielded himself, pushing the needle away with his large nails.
He put his hand back and glued Natasha to himself, fiercely.
"Dammit," he took out his sword and shoved the rest of the needles. He was confident of the poison on them. Whoever these people were, they were aware of Natasha's weakness. Aiming her neck was purposely.
"Natasha, are you fine?" The rain of the needles ceased, and she pushed him away.
