Instinctively, Amaya stared back at him fearlessly. In her years back in the jungle of Miraga, she learned that cowering before a predator would only provoke it more and caused it to attack.
She hissed like Khalil would when threatened. Her two feet were planted strongly on the floor in a fighting stance. She and the old man were in a staring contest.
Dave's eyes widened when he heard a hissing sound. He looked at Amaya and then Marx who reached out to take Amaya's hand to squeeze it.
Dave coughed lightly. "Grandpa, you are scaring her with that look of yours."
The old man with grey hair looked at Dave.
"Am I scaring her? Look at how fiercely she stared back at me." He huffed. 'Other women whom his grandchildren brought with them would have already scampered or hidden behind a man, but she is fearless,' he said to himself.
