Zukenin had seen many sky people in the fifteen years of her existence. Some were, for lack of a better word, assholes (such as the ones who murdered her parents and burned down her home village), but others were kind.Â
This sky person was different, yet also familiar in appearance. Perhaps it was his resemblance to her lover, Tsaruu.
The most pressing matter, however? The fact that this boy was out as it was getting dark, which meant that the larger predators would be lurking soon. And Eywa forbid he run into any of those.
As if on cue, a spine-chilling, hyenalike sound rang through the forest. Viperwolves. Not as bad a thanators, but a pain in the ass nonetheless.
To the human, they would be the size of an Earth wolf. To her, no bigger than a fox. In numbers they could be deadly, and in this case it was a pack that was following the boy.
His awe carried his feet along and through the mystical world, though not by too far. No, he was interrupted before he could get too invested.Â
Was it real though? That question popped to his mind every so often. Heâd seen a war play out before his eyes over the film of mere breakfast at home. Whoâs to say whatever this was was real or not.Â
Lending to peace of mind or not, the tone wasnât familiar so that indicated truth. And actually seeing the dog-like creatures cemented that further. Sure heâd seen a monster of sorts, one that turned out to be fake and real at any given time, but this one wasnât something heâd seen or heard before, leaving him to summon wayward wind. Ven braced himself, keyblade readied and armed slightly behind his back.
The viperwolf snapped at him, lunging for him with a vicious snarl. Upon seeing the weapon in his hand, it cut the lunge short. A swift recalculation later, it lunged again, aiming to swipe at his arm holding the weapon.
Shit! Zukenin leaped out of her hiding place, bow in hand. She didnât notch an arrow in it, not yet. With a fierce cry, she came crashing down between the boy and the viperwolf. She struck it with her bow, sending it flying into a cluster of ferns with a yelp. The others lurched forward, snapping and snarling. One bit her leg, and she reacted by kicking it off. It recovered, and changed targets.Â
With no other choice, she notched an arrow in her bow, and in one swift motion, shot the offending animal in the chest. Its death was instant, dropping it straight to the ground. This brought the attack to a screeching halt. The pack, now seeing that the hunt carried more risk than reward, retreated.
Once she was sure that they had truly left, she turned her attention to the boy.Â
âAre you alright?â She crouched down, to try not to further frighten him with her size. At eight feet, she towered over the sky people. âDid they hurt you?â
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