it was in her tone, her stance, the way she held herself & the subtle nuances that none but a seasoned warrior could see. she was not one to underestimate. & while it was a no nonsense piece of common sense, overconfidence & haughtiness were ultimately a downfall to many shinobi.
hound was not one of those foolish enough to even begin to think about such stupidity. no, to do so with anyone, nonetheless the stranger before him, would be simply demanding a fight.
it was with those thoughts in mind did he step forth from the shadows, dismatched irises hidden beyond that damn porcelain mask that hid nothing & everything all at once. but just because he was presented with a question did not assure an answer & he returned her gaze, his own posture saying what his nonexistent words could not.
Long enough.
———Who are you?
✕♕✕
it is then that she removes herself from seat, though there is a feeling that this stranger wouldn’t be the one to throw themselves in the open for a premature strike–not without reason. With a certain confidence, grace, hand that was once rested upon hilt of blade is now placed at her side.
calmly, lashes flutter & slender frame postured to project her unspoken fierceness; she is a warrior & it would be known to whomever had asked. Gaze then settles upon the mask that hid the other’s identity, there are wonders of what or why that is, were they some sort of mass murderer?
❝you’ve invaded my space, and yet you’ve nothing to say for your intrusion?❞
There is a brief pause as she steps forth, gaze remaining upon the mask & doesn’t stop until there is only but a few feet between them. ❝I won’t ask again❞