Pride and something akin to anger had seeped into her voice, replacing her fear. That rekindled the fascination she had awakened in me. Our females didn’t battle. They’d laugh at us for even suggesting they could try to hunt. I’d observed this delicate human on a few occasions throughout the day. She’d impressed me with her efficiency, working around her limitations to make reasonably clean kills, nothing like the butchery she’d made of these two Flayers.
