Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Liri tensed upon hearing the light treads approaching her cave. "Your cave?" The fur along her spine bristled, standing at attention. It flattened halfway when she saw the children. She didn't forget of course the fresh wounds on her throat from the one in the lead.

She had to fight quirking her brow at the lead child, Abraxas. She was already on the ground, what more did they want; a fucking curtsy?

"I remember you, you're Abraxas," Liri whispered, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watched him. "You gave me these," her chin lifted up to reveal the wounds at her throat. 

"But I don't recall you," her eyes flicked to the second child.