Why was it always that whenever Na'took the Shaman smiled upon someone, they felt the inevitable urge to punch the wrinkled old charlatan in their oversized nose?  By some fortitude of her character,<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/93/d1/ea93d11f8c8dee1f6d79def70648c937.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Eyota</a>resisted the temptation, though the sharp-eyed companion at her side dared go so far as to arch his white back and hiss at the messenger.<i>I don't blame you one bit</i>the huntress smiled in the direction of the<a class="link link--external" href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/531d2a24e4b0baf9a0e963c4/1495114909847-FLY5TOQKT34XD2COZ3RQ/canada+lynx_2%5B1%5D.jpg?format=1500w&amp;content-type=image%2Fjpeg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lynx</a>, who did seem to calm a little at the gesture, but Eyota's dark eyes were still wary as she nodded in assent to the shaman.  "It is a relief to know the Toko have not utterly forgotten Eyota and Alo, though we have been long away.  For the sake of my father and my chief, I shall do as you ask."  That would have to be reason enough, for now.  The huntress knew better than to believe the old man who claimed to speak to stone, and trees, and who knew what else, wouldn't simply find a new reason to continue her exile once the dragon had been slain.<br/><br/>"The spirits" were such temperamental things, after all.<br/><br/>As the woman and lynx joined the rest of the chosen, Eyota looked upon the young shaman of the group with no less coldness than she had for the old one, though the tall blonde beside her did give the huntress pause.  She'd heard of elves only in stories for children, and among her tribe it was generally accepted that the people were extinct, if they had ever truly existed at all.  Then again, the same could be said about dragons, and clearly the truth of those creatures was enough to pose a serious threat to<i>all</i>the tribes.<br/><br/>Bowing her head to the elf momentarily, and utterly ignoring the shaman with a skeptic's dignity, Eyota rested on hand on the back of Alo's neck as she addressed the group.  "I am only a common hunter," she began slowly, "but my partner and I have slain many creatures,<i>without</i>the help of any tribe behind us, and I fear no beast in the wilds. Not even a dragon." Straightening her back, the huntress let her hand drop as the lynx moved in front of her. "I am Eyota, and this is my brother, Alo. Lead us to your foes, and we shall do all we can to destroy them."