~ TARKYN ~
As they both tested the wind and continued scanning the land for signs of an intruder, Tarkyn frowned, trying to imagine what these creatures must look like.
"Are they dangerous?" he asked quietly.
"Not usually," Harth said with a shrug. "Not to us. They see us as… cousins. They worked with us against the humans when they could. But they are different. They keep themselves mostly isolated from us—and as far from the humans as they could. I don't know how they'll feel being here if they've caught any sign of the humans from your war. Or… I assume they could scent the differences between Anima and humans. But I really don't know. I haven't spent much time with them, and every one is different."
Her forehead crinkled with worry.
Tarkyn stepped forward, his face to the wind, examining the high sides of the ravine and mountains around them that formed this bowl. If something was up there, watching them…
