Though the first whisper might not have caught the atention of the deer, it had caught the attention of their watcher. His hand tightened convulsively on the sharpened length of branch he'd been carrying about, and though they'd not responded to the myriad of smaller noises caused by small game and the shifting of the wind, he half expected the deer to bolt now.
That they didn't was almost disconcerting.
Thor levered himself up to one knee, the underbrush rustling with his movement, though less than one might expect with a man of his size. "Are you mad?" he hissed, then paused and squinted at the girl, the oddity of her appearance registering only belatedly.
no subject
That they didn't was almost disconcerting.
Thor levered himself up to one knee, the underbrush rustling with his movement, though less than one might expect with a man of his size. "Are you mad?" he hissed, then paused and squinted at the girl, the oddity of her appearance registering only belatedly.