Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Her eyes slid over the male's frame that was anything but in good shape. How did he manage to walk looking like this? Could he even fight? Astrid doubted it, and yet could not look away. He reminded her of herself - an unusual coat pattern, weird eyes and the wits to insult. She guessed she liked him, at least he had character. She could appreciate that. 

Lies and insults - is that all you have, Ipik? She questioned him.

I guess your eyes are intriguing. She added with a tilted head and a sinister smile. It was the tilt of her head that made the marks on her chest visible as well, something she cared little about.