Ravensblood Forest of dancers and dreamers

skipping Olive and closing up shop :)

Kitsch gleaned from their conversation that there was more than one litter, which only strengthened her position and their need for her surreptitious skills. He spoke sternly and without consideration for the delicate constitutions of the two pale women who joined him. But just as Arturo seemed not to care about either of them, Kitsch also did not truly care even though she feigned interest [quite well] for her own sake.

“I pray that my skills are well enough to pass both her and your tests.” 

and just like that, introductions were made and she was welcomed into the territory. As Kitsch moved her ink-dipped limbs to step over the scented border, she was suddenly struck with the severity of her hunger. Her stomach was lean and tight against the curve of her back. Her bones ached and downy fur was dulled and she was in no state for someone of her stature to be in. Kitsch followed this Arturo [the pale sylph soon vanished amongst the trees soon after their departure] but her mind thought of nothing but food, food, food and she hoped fervently that their caches were well stocked and overflowing with different selections and that she may once again feast as she had when her family ruled.