for theclanlesswanderer: “Who’s there?”
Tsiha remained crouched behind the rocky outcropping in the wastes as the words hit their ears. Shit shit shit. The buzzard was without their crossbow, forgotten in a scramble to get to cover from an earlier scuffle, and now someone else was here. Waiting for a moment, remaining as still as they could and as quietly as possible before moving to peak around the stone’s edge at who had called out. with any luck hopefully they didn’t have a gun aimed at their head.
There was certainly no gun visible let alone aimed at the Buzzard’s head. The figure calling out stood shrouded in a faded red cloak, clutching tight to a bag slung diagonally across them. Their gaze was dark and suspicious, a nervous energy around them. “Hello? Are…are you injured?” Kani had read the signs of some sort of trouble in the ever-shifting sands and dirt of the Wastes. She knew it meant that not much time had passed since it occurred, and her dark gaze fell to a forgotten crossbow. Kani crept closer toward the weapon, kneeling down and keeping her eyes back on the wrapped figure behind the boulder, while reaching for the crossbow. “Is this yours?”
As soon as this new figure began to kneel down, reaching towards their crossbow the scavenger behind the rock let out a low rumbling hiss. Quickly scrambling to reach towards the ground a gloved hand found a small rock that fit easily in their palm before tossing it towards the other to try and keep them off their equipment. Not aiming to hit of course, just enough to distract them. Or at least that’s what Tsiha hoped for.
Not seeing any easily accessible weapon on the shrouded character the buzzard slowly made their way around the rock, leaning forward just slightly so that they were not taller than the other, not a threat as the inched towards the crossbow themselves.
