Intelligence and cunning, then. And empathy.
In her mind the slaughter of the women and children still roamed wild: horrific visions of slayings stampeded her logic.
She breathed deeply, mastering her emotions. Again, she looked around. Orders were delivered in hushed tones, each Fist carrying out it's allotted duties until camp was completed and her warriors sat and ate. And in due course, the lookouts were replaced and they returned to camp and themselves ate.
Once more Hevne scoured the dark distance for their stalker. Nothing.
And Hevne wondered if the stalker displayed empathy in addition to intelligence and cunning.