Just Another Day

"You're not helping your case any," the man threatened.

"Yeah, realizing that now," Shanku said and smacked her forehead with her palm.

"I will spare your life, demon," the man said cautiously as he sheathed his dagger. "If you lead me to your minion."

"Excuse me?" Shanku asked incredulously. One track mind, much?

"The source of the monsters in the port town!" He pointed off into the forest, presumably to the location of the town in question.

"That does explain your behaviour," Shanku observed. "Wait here."

"No tricks, demon!" The man growled and pulled his cloak around him.

Cubs never mind, growled the faun as he watched from behind a distant bush.

"Hello again!" Shanku greeted as she stepped behind the bush. He had stood upwind of them and she had caught his scent.

"I can't believe something hasn't killed you yet," he snapped. "Keep quiet and step quick. I can still get you away from it, before it turns violent." He spat with vehemence, all the while glaring at the man as he gestured quickly behind him. No guardian of the Nyre had any love for man, not for a thousand years, and probably not for a thousand more.

"What's going on here?" The man asked impatiently as he followed after Shanku.

"You don't listen well," Shanku said nonchalantly.

"Neither do you, cub," the faun grumbled.

"Is this thing your minion?" The man asked and pointed to the faun.

"Far from it," Shanku and the faun said in unison, she with amusement and he was disgust.