Protection

Alexander smiled crouching down next to the running creek. Quickly he cupped water up to his lips and drank hungrily. It seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of the cool clear liquid. Suddenly he heard a twig snap in front of him, lifting his head he came face to face with a male, his face painted with blue. Tribal designs covered half his face. He wore layers of furs much like Raknah and wielded a bow and arrow.

The tip was pointed straight at him. This wasn’t good.

He went to move back but he heard a whizzing sound above him, something was cutting through the air. The man in front of him quickly dropped his bow and caught the axe.

“Raknah?” his voice was also thick with an accent.