Her patience was stretched to its fraying point. Pulled anymore taut and it would have snapped one anyone unfortunate to be around during the point of breaking. Day in and out, she suffered the excessive screeching of this supposed 'gift' from Nature. Days before, her fellow Ichikan Shiloh was kind enough to enlightened the Nomad to this strange occurrence and claimed that the harassing avian was actually a blessing in the guise of annoyance. X'yrin did not need to look above her to know the owl shadowed her steps, its wing beats silent though its screeching gave him away. Her noisy shadow, he was always there, watching over her whilst interrupting her daily tasks. She could no longer hunt in peace nor successfully with the dam bird lurking overhead, stealing her kill before she had the chance to snare it for herself. She couldn't even enjoy something as simple as walking upon four legs without the bird looking at her broad back as an invitation to perch. As soon as she dropped to all fours, the owl was upon her, talons locked in her mane despite her efforts to shake him off. Only on two legs was she free to walk with some semblance of peace.
But even that was short lived.
It was like a Nomad to travel for the sake of broadening one's senses, yet she felt odd straying so far from the Ichikan border. With the Mountains to her back, she traveled south in search of game. The hunter's spirit whirling within her despite the annoyance of her stalker. The lust for the hunt was not easily discouraged by something as fickle as a noisy bird. Besides, the Nomad in her was more than pleased to be among the strange and wondrous again.
Previsions were left at her home base having grown used to traveling without much. It was refreshing to be at the mercy of Nature. A few days of uncertainty would not harm her. By mental map she recounted the days spent on the road. Two, if she recounted the rise and fall of the sun correctly and this day would be her third. Her endurance was unwavering, culturally developed by her early years among her own kind. But she would have made much more headway had her nuisance not insist she stop time and again to eat. The reason for this hunting party was so she could do the killing, not the bird. What trophies could she collect if the tails she brandished were all from a bird of prey? Every few hours the bird would leave, granting her an extensive quiet before some helpless creature fell limp at her feet. It became like clockwork. As soon as the carcass hit either her head or feet, it was time to stop less she wanted to deal with the screeching racket and torrent of wings at her face.
And timed to perfection, a small hare came plummeting from the sky aimed at the Optime's shoulder. X'yrin snatched the carcass with a snarl and turned her trembling muzzle toward the descending bird. "Please stop doing that..." Despite her irritation, she held out an arm for the owl to land on. It stared at her expectantly, its large head swiveling from her muzzle to the hare. Quietly, it hooted. "Ah... so you can make quiet sounds..." Again it hooted then stretched out a great wing as if pointing to the limp hare.