Snippet #2474534

The tribesman came to a sudden stop at the sight of the figure and managed a step back rather than immediately reaching for the hunting knife behind him. His dark eyes narrowed at the sight of the cat-like creature that stood like a man. He raised his right arm in greeting, his thumb folded against his open palm but kept his other hand down by his side, visible but poised for movement.

"Greetings, cat" Nemusko's voice called out, harsh but obviously tired. His knees were bent but his back was straight and he felt surprised by the sudden appearance. Catfolk did not sit well with Nemusko. He was once a hunter but more important responsibilities demanded his unique skills and so he has not truly hunted in many years. Nemusko did not like being around so obvious of predators.