She just looks… tired.
But the expression is gone as quickly as it appeared. She ducks around the corner of a hut and I guide Quishu after her, tracking her as she scampers. The girl weaves between barrels, under the sagging boughs of a tree, and towards the gate of a pasture. Not even pausing as the gate swings closed behind her, the ringleader vanishes into the herd of beasts. I am left once more with nothing but the plucking of strings and the scent of rain.
I pull Quishu to a halt before she runs into the fence and slide from her saddle. The loamwalker lets out a discontented snort and I reach over, idly patting her muzzle as I tie her reins to the pasture. Bringing Quishu in amidst the cows and pigs seems a poor idea-
-Quishu lets out another furious bray. I glance around for the source, and it is not hard to find.
On the other side of the fence is a large, brown dog with shaggy fur and a stump for a tail. One of its ears is worn and ragged from an old wound, and its muzzle is similarly scarred, but its eyes are sharp and alert as it faces Quishu and I. It stands perfectly still for a long moment- until Quishu lets out another bray, which is met with a chorus of booming barks.
I let out a low breath and straighten up. Alright, now there's a dog. If there's one thing I'm certain I can deal with, it's dogs. Spending all that time with Nokai and her pack has made normal hounds seem almost tame. If I can deal with Zhao's disregard, I can handle whatever ails this one. I move towards the beast- but pause.
Its barks come even faster now. Furious and bassy, they seem to explode out of the hound one after the other. It vents its rage at Quishu. No, wait- not at Quishu. The hounds attention isn't on the loamwalker, its charges, the girl hiding amongst its charges, or even on me. It's on something in the distance. The coming storm?
The grass rustles behind me- then silence.
I straighten, a hand on my still-quiet hammer, and-