Vaermina
Imbalance
Regardless of that, however, she was very curious to see what they were like up close. She'd heard horror stories of people fighting Wookies, the brown furballs tearing limbs off their enemies and the like. Could it be true? If it was, it would be a test of skill Amata could not resist. Besides... They did have ever so smooth, and nice fur. Amata liked furs.
Today she wore no furs. She thought it unwise, while traversing amongst the Wookies. Instead her clothes were of simple leather, mixed in with a light brown fabric. Her face was decorated with paint of red and white, most noticeably a thick red line moving across her face, over her eyes. Moving with the grace of a Shili hunter, the Togruta halfbreed stalked the tracks of her prey.
Attempting to take down a Wookie within its own tribe would be foolish. Following one that split from the pack, now that was another matter. And it would seem Amata had found one with business in the forest. Truthfully, she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted out of this. Simply stalk and observe their nature? Fight one? Attempt to deprive one of its fur? There were so many options.
Mostly, it was a way to keep herself entertained and occupied ahead of her Great Hunt, in the coming days. Coming upon the end of a stream that dripped into a greater pond, it would seem that she may have found just that...
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