<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ne%27iine_Vaenn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ne'iine Vaenn<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Luika, Natu, & K'ali<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Several miles from Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was something to be said for breasts like K'ali's. Namely that they served as a most excellent distraction at the most opportune of moments. The human certainly seemed to be baffled by them, if the blush and the way he was so determinedly looking away was anything to go on. Ne'iine barely restrained a snort.<em>Men.</em><br/><br/>Still, it allowed her to slip unnoticed from the scene. Back into the depths of the forest where she might hide in the shadows and clamber into the trees. If it came down to a fight she would likely prove useless to the two full blooded Tikaani, and besides that K'ali made a much better interrogator.<br/><br/>Ne'iine leapt for the first branch she could, climbing with agility until she had a bird's eye view on the scene. Absently she scanned the human for indicators of why he might be so far into their territory and where he'd come from. And why he was causing such a disturbance. Expensive clothing, but practically inclined. Graceful movements that spoke of combat training. Alert expression. His entire being seemed consumed by pain, for all that he now had one of the most beautiful women in the pack stalking toward him. Blood on the wind but no injuries aside from his hand, a minor wound but one that would scar. Then her eyes caught sight of the sword strapped to his back. It was wrapped in cloth but the shape and elegance of the weapon was unmistakeable.<br/><br/>Chill swept down her spine, but it had little to do with the frigid air. A growl burned in her throat. Without thinking of the consequences, she threw herself out from the tree. For a moment she was gloriously airborne, body twisting like that of a cat's as she prepared for landing. Then she landed. Snow sprayed up around her as she skidded into a crouch. Lips were pulled back into a snarl and her grey eyes had gone halfway to gold. She had landed near to both the man and K'ali, and she took advantage of this closeness to look to his cheek. A scar, barely noticeable, marked the skin there. "His name is Luika Dzel Ketnesi," she spat, one hand going for the knife at her waist.