The Song and the Avalanche
Ruelash stooped on a ledge, staring moodily down the slope. The last trap he was supposed to check on was somewhere down there. He wasn't scared of the slope. He was a sure-footed rangery sort.
Of course he wasn't afraid. Nothing scared him. Not even blizzards and fanged things. They just made him feel exhilerated. Alive.
It was just that, if he got the last trap, he would have to return to the village. Returning meant having to listen to the twittery little whispers of the others there. It wasn't the content of the whispers themselves that bothered him, though they bordered on the insulting.
'I don't know why the elders let him stay here! He should be dealt with before he kills someone' was a common one. First off, they could TRY to deal with him! He could take them! He could take all of them!
Second off, they would know when he felt like killing someone. All right, so that was all the ******** time, but they would have plenty of warning when he actually felt like committing murder instead of imagining it. It wouldn't be fun otherwise.
No, it wasn't the content, but the annoying whisper-whisper-whispering. And the whining! Chi's breath, the people in his village whined a lot. It was so annoying!
He really was not looking forward to going back, but he had to otherwise they would send people after him. They might not be friendly.
Not a problem, he could take them. But then getting back to see his sister and nieces would be a ******** pain, and they might even be turned against him. Or hurt, though he would like to see the one to try! And rip his guts out!
Still. He was procrastinating before checking that trap, enjoying the sounds of Zena.
Crunch.
He looked down from his ledge to see a traveller wandering alone on the road below, her boots crunching on the small stones in the path.
He began to smirk, but it became a frown as he realized it was a woman. Sometimes he would mess with travellers, challenge them to duels. Whatever.
But a woman...
He began to climb down the ledge, nimble with practice, leaping to the path like a cat.
“Hoy!” he called out to her, “Don't ya know? 's dangerous to travel these parts all alone!”