Ketri’s ears twitched, and her eyes narrowed in the direction of the disturbance. Someone was sneaking around out there, and even worse: they were doing a terrible job of it. The ineptitude was almost embarrassing.
She brought her mount to a halt and attempted to pass off the reins to someone else. If Ketri could barely ride a horse, then she sure as all seven hells wasn’t going to fight on one. Inexpertly, the girl dropped (or rather, fell) from the saddle, stumbling as she hit the ground. Then, with an irritated huff, Ketri snatched up her axe and turned to subject the side of the road with the full intensity of her glare.
“HEY!” she barked as only a fox could, tail swishing in agitation. “ASSHOLE! YOU WANNA GO? COME OUT HERE!”