Tamiya whirled back around, finding it just fine that Adamaz had taken orders so quickly. She would keep her eye on him. Assuming he came back, or she ever saw him again. Details, details.
In the meantime, Tamiya was alone with Eostre. She openly snarled behind her mask, looking her up and down. “Well. We shall be on the hunt then? No more… Distractions.” She grunted. Her quivering feet were aching to move. Nibbling creatures aside, a purple film behind her vision began to taunt at her every move. Someone’s blood had to be shed tonight; hers had done well enough to paint the soil of the caves. She, at last, began to make tactical steps through the underbrush. Without constant distractions and fretting over her tiny recruits, she could be at one with the hunt. Now was not the time for conversation with her ally (or so-called). She slipped through the marsh and quietly pointed to a clearing.
“Circle the opening,” Tamiya whispered. “You will have more agility if we are to lead an ambush; I assign you as the runner. Clear?”
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