He'd just settled down with a sharpened stick to start fishing when he felt someone come closer. Juugo went tense, causing the birds to twitter.
No, this was bad. He couldn't-- But the birds carried her description to him even if he wasn't looking. He knew what the shiny hard head-markings were. This was a ninja. He couldn't run; she'd chase him. Maybe if he kept his head down and didn't look her way she would decide he wasn't her business and leave.
Juugo did just that, but was unusually still, even when a fish swam through the water within easy reach of his stick.
But she came even closer, venturing to the ground. A choked, dismayed sound escaped him when she landed. This was really bad. He had to make her want to leave. His voice was a little hoarse when he finally spoke up.
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No, this was bad. He couldn't-- But the birds carried her description to him even if he wasn't looking. He knew what the shiny hard head-markings were. This was a ninja. He couldn't run; she'd chase him. Maybe if he kept his head down and didn't look her way she would decide he wasn't her business and leave.
Juugo did just that, but was unusually still, even when a fish swam through the water within easy reach of his stick.
But she came even closer, venturing to the ground. A choked, dismayed sound escaped him when she landed. This was really bad. He had to make her want to leave. His voice was a little hoarse when he finally spoke up.
"It's not safe. Go."