The moblins of the Hyrule plains were a stupid bunch that could barely forge metal into spears. There were other beasts that wandered the area, but the notoriety of the moblin could compare to no other beast in the lands of the modern Hyrule. None so barbaric, so disgusting, so vile, so wasteful...
Wasteful, yes. Wasteful would be why Maydolare shimmied up a tree to chase the over-muscled group that dared to call themselves intelligent beings. They weren't even smart for men, nevermind sentient creatures.
Blast, that dammed teaching among the Gerudo that men were vile and disgusting. Maydolare was taught that all men were vile and inferior, with the exception of the Gerudo King, and even then, the women of the Thieves tribe never forgot the origin of the Dark Lord, whom was one of these kings. So, many Gerudo believed that all men without exception were vile and/or inferior. Ever way, a waste to talk to.
Maydolare would only have the thought cross her mind as the moblin were patriarchal, proof being that the women were rarely seen. She was only thinking about the treasures of the beasts. This would be an easy take for her, as she has been in the houses of the rich, with their jewels under her wing.
Brushing the orange hair out of her golden eyes, trained on the mouth of the cave as the leader gave a rambling about how their time was coming and all. In the trees, the dark-skinned woman would wait in the trees until the beasts fell asleep in their den, the sounds drowned out by the snoring of the gluttonous animals. Padding down her white bedlah, she looked out and onward. Patience was a virtue taught to the young girls of the gerudo, and it was a lesson she would hold dare here.
Movement in the trees nearby the mouth got Maydolare's curiousity. Just what creature hid in there? She only noted it in case she had to escape, or rescue someone from the area. To be sure, she silently motioned closer to the moving tree, and keep one golden eye on the moblins, and another on whatever it was in the tree.
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