Cuatii's Warden

It was unusual to ever witness a Cuatii up close, known only to be seen as distant specks in the furthest heights of the Island's most central spires, but here before them it graced the villager's presence with it's sinuous strength and from it's bare back rode a woman that spoke not their language. The unsaid questions never passed their lips as they thanked her for pushing back the slavers that assailed them for three nights and slaying the warchief in one fell strike from the skies.