Hushed Willows wheres the kid with the chemicals? i thought he said to meet him here but im not sure

tagging for awareness, no need to join! <3 
@Hüg

Müninn gnawed on the bone, and though the meat satisfied her hunger, there was a certain appetency for more that was rarely sated. She ground out such frustrations on the leg bone, not sure where these restless feelings originated from and even more unsure how to stymie them. At times the discomfort was so potent that she became volatile and demanding, but there was always Hüginn to bring her back and centered on the things that mattered: servitude.

The banshee was a woman who worked best with a job to do; with a goal and no limitations on how to achieve it. It was one reason she melded best into the chaotic lifestyle of the shadowed  creatures — if there was a milestone to achieve, Müninn would go down any route to achieve it. These techniques rarely aligned well with those who called themselves good, and while there was a part of the woman that thirsted for chaos and other macabre things, her nature mostly stemmed from an aversion to circumscription.

There was the rustle of an interloper amongst the metronome of the willow’s swaying. Her head snapped up — Müninn was expecting her kill to attract other predators, just as unperturbed at killing in such a holy place as she — but she was surprised to see Bane. The man from the North, at whom’s behest they came to these wilds. Silverspun eyes widened with unparalleled delight. “Ha!” she shouted abruptly, letting her shock melt into a series of eerie cackles.  “Well now, isn’t this somethin’ special?”  She was pleased to see the one who recruited her. Müninn was often a bad judge of character, but if Hüginn could appreciate the pale man’s brand of leadership, then so could she…. and Bane offered what so many others couldn’t: a job; an assignment; something to work for.

Abandoning the remains of the carcass, Müninn pulled herself into a standing position. It was respectful, but her excitement prevented her from proffering any other semblance of submission. “This isn’t where I thought i’d find you…”