Percival Blackwood rode atop his horse Zodi on yet another expedition at the request of a noble customer, his keen brown eyes on the lookout for anything from Rock Wolves to Crowned Ibak. His client was searching specifically for one of the endangered eagles through the only semi-legal channel they could find, but they had agreed to take any legal repercussions onto themselves and he'd been savvy enough to get it in writing. If anyone found issue with him going into the wild to search for the magnificent creatures personally, they would find themselves blocked by the signature of the upper class noble family. Percival wasn't a particularly greedy man, nor was in need of riches to support his lifestyle; that being said, the sheer amount of coin the nobleman had offered him for a breeding pair of the eagles had boggled even his mind. With that in mind he'd headed out for the rolling grassy plains of Kal on the back of his faithful steed to begin his search, knowing that he had little chance of finding one of the Chrysaetos--let alone two--but determined to try his hand at it anyway.

It was only as Zodi crested a small hill that he noticed a massive beast in the tall grasses, a sight that took his breath away as he gently encouraged the horse to pause, allowing Percival to gaze at what he belatedly realized was a Kaimma. He glanced around the creature curiously, wondering where its human companion was or if this was an incredibly rare case of a truly wild specimen. Seeing no one, he cautiously slid off of his horse and approached slowly, his hand kept clearly in view as he called out to whomever might be there while sending out a subtle tendril of magic to begin the process of befriending the huge mammal. "Hello, ser? May I approach your camp?" Admittedly, he didn't actually see a camp, but that was no reason to forget his manners.

"Stop,"

The word was a ghost on the breeze. A harsh whisper, carried to his ear more by the wind moving gently through the tall grass like swells in a choppy sea more than by its own volition. Urgent, emphatic, but barely heard it came from an unknowable location down low. The grass blades had turned a golden hew in the summer sun, the stalks retaining streaks of green. As the breeze caused them to wave it created a hypnotic effect that made it all but impossible to focus on any single spot for more than a moment.

"Slowly... turn right..."

It came again, same as before. As if it was all around him and yet traveling like drift wood in the sea. When he did so there was suddenly movement, nearly twenty yards behind him, closing fast. She came from seemingly nowhere, her top half appearing amongst a seemingly completely normal patch of gold and green with her bow already drawn. She loosed it and the sound behind him turned into a crashing tumble. Even so, she was already swiftly, with the speed of long practice, setting another arrow to her string which she instantly drew and loosed. A yowl filled the air, the sound of a massive hunting cat. Another crashed as it leapt and twisted in the air before thumping to the ground. It thrashed in a circle, flattening a patch of grass and the woman launched forward with a short sword with a leaf-blade appearing in her right hand.

She half-circled the opposite direction of the thrashing predator and then pounced, sinking her blade into it's body just behind the leg and giving a sudden twist. It twitched a couple of times before falling still, causing her to wrench her blade free and dance back. She dropped into a low stance and waited, watching the creature just as the Kaimma came running up and almost skidded to a halt beside her. "It's okay Bertrand... it's... it's dead.” She slowly came to her full height, tall-ish for a woman at 5'9" and wearing soldier's armor she'd painted in the colors of the grass and a pattern identical to the green and golden brown striped cat she'd just slain.

She suddenly turned her attention to the man. "You okay?"