[Hayame had learned rather quickly that the blood of these beasts was poisonous- evidenced in a few scattered burn scars beginning to form on her right flank in the shape of a splatter arc. Which means that when she comes across what looks like at a distance a large lump of surely dissolving flesh, she plans to give it a wide berth, more interested in the corpse itself. Poison was not the weapon of a warrior, but perhaps...
But the lump moves. Seems to breathe.
Cautiously, mindful of what she's sure will be a grotesque, barely alive sight... she dances closer on muffled hooves- only to be confronted with what is most certainly an alive and not really dissolving son of Odin.
It's not like she feels anything like comraderie, (surely not). But she has her grudges and her debts, and gritting her teeth she approaches even closer- but still not close enough to touch in case he lurched or grasped.
Until someone burns their skin off
But the lump moves. Seems to breathe.
Cautiously, mindful of what she's sure will be a grotesque, barely alive sight... she dances closer on muffled hooves- only to be confronted with what is most certainly an alive and not really dissolving son of Odin.
It's not like she feels anything like comraderie, (surely not). But she has her grudges and her debts, and gritting her teeth she approaches even closer- but still not close enough to touch in case he lurched or grasped.
ODINSON. ARE YOU CONSCIOUS?
[Poison doesn't affect ears, does it...]