Ravensblood Forest Tonight we are young

Kitsch hadn’t wanted to see anyone that day, but it seemed the universe deemed that wouldn’t so. Kitsch was out on a walk, but she noticed the two before she came upon them entirely. So she held back and regarded them for afar, peering at them from behind a tree. She knew the one woman to be Lia, the eye witness of her crime, but the man was unknown to her. There was not much to watch in their interaction so the pearl made her presence known and she trudged towards the pair, lilting her head and dipping into a curtsy before them both. Kitsch didn’t truly care about being cordial, but the curtsy had been impressed upon her since she was a puppy and it was a greeting she offered these two pack members now. 

“Hello,” her voice holding the slightest semblance of a purr — as it usually did around men.