It was a few days after the incident with the laughing maniac.
Centiv had taken a bit of time to rest and heal before she and her beast went hunting again. This time she rode his back as he swam to a new island. Hopefully there would be more to hunt here.
She straddled his back as he meandered through the woods, stopping once in a while to sniff or look around while occasionally pawing the ground. His feelers swayed in the air, a few tendrils wrapped around the winged person on his back.
It was quiet aside from their movement in the early hours of the morning.













