Blessings of Air (conclusion)

Fajii circled the small camp and came in behind the captive who was lying on her side facing the fire. Her rat-nose twitched as she moved within a few inches of the woman's head. She smelled of fear and blood, while the brutish hulk carried the scent of body odor, urine, and something sour that Rat-Fajii couldn't identify.

Shae watched from the far side of the fire, behind the brush. The man was one of the largest men she'd ever seen, his cruel eyes stared directly into the flames, something only an idiot would do.

/Ratpack: Shae: Make contact, we'll distract him if necessary.

/Ratpack: Fajii: Understood.

Fajii moved close enough to nearly touch the woman's blood-matted hair. "Don't be alarmed; I am a friend," Rat-Fajii whispered softly. "If you hear me, move your fingers."

The captive's fingers bent slightly and then straightened.

/Ratpack: Hyai: This would be where Nix would say something like, 'It's a Rat-Rescue!'.

/Ratpack: Shae: He totally would.