Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

as the woman's gaze lingered upon her she felt defensive but resisted the urge to express it, instead taking the other thrall in. she was a striking girl with a plush palisander pelt, deep orange eyes beautifully staged upon hues of cream and ash.

hella, if anything, felt even less sure of herself.  the woman in front was angular but in a less starved way, gamine in the fashion women are supposed to be.  honestly she cared little to hold the gaze of man yet she could not help but feel both ashamed and vaguely threatened.

but as the thrall dropped the hen she'd been carrying (that hella had completely missed even in her hunger by the way she stirred for the girl herself) it dissipated, and instead she gave a small chuff and a full-body wag, visibly piquing at the name of the man who'd brought her here.

she gave a soft nod, ghosting closer to sniff the woman over before ripping into the flesh laid before her, beat up as it was.  there wasn't much and she was hungry so it took no time to demolish the entire creature.

she motioned questioningly at the girl, prying for a name.