She made no comment, rather, her grin only stretched across her inky face. Sanity seemed a poorly placed veil over this one, wearing thin in some spots. Still, the wraith was motionless, watching cooly as the woman made to propose her offer. The dark stranger canted her head, violet gaze glinting with something that came close, but wasn't quite, sanity. When finally the woman made her offer, Vengeance's words returned to her. "yearning companionship will only put you in the company of the wrong individuals" She'd made peace with her solitary life some time ago, and it had hardened her and taught her much in the past year.
And this woman seemed to have no qualms about appearing weak; rather, she was blunt in her intent. Scrape up whoever and whatever she could to join her band, or at least, that was how the wraith saw it. Still, perhaps there was something to be gained, as commonly could be when dealing with others. Even though her current interest in the woman's group was dismal, to say the least, after a long moment did she speak. "and what, then, could your band offer me?" For surely if the woman made her offer so quickly, she was in need of followers; as Aeronwyn was in need of a few choice things herself. It had been a long while since she'd been a follower, and she had little interest in doing so, but still she probed, thoughtful.
Oh, when the woman mentions power she is intrigued. Surely it is wrong of her to find such interest in the woman's words, foolish, weak, as Vengeance would have said. But Vengeance had left with empty promises and without a trace, and here instead was the woman with the violet eyes. "hmm," The contemplative sound left her maw smoothly, considering still.
But there was a spark of interest in her gaze that had not been there before, a flash the most perceptive would surely notice. "and where is your claim?" The words slipped smoothly from betwixt her jaws, and they too were not as detached as they had been previously, not as noncommittal. Names had not been exchanged, she knew, but they seemed such worthless things to give when they held no meaning, not yet. She had been many places and held many titles, but it had been a long time since she'd tread this land.
Her muzzle swung smoothly, gaze settling on the inky peak surrounded by the slate of the sky above. It was difficult to see where sky ended and mountain began, but the shape gradually materialized in the distance. After a moment did she return her gaze to the woman, receptive, now, to her offer. Still, she was not interested in this turning out like the rest of her ventures in the Wilds tended to. "there have been others who have promised power, titles, land. they have failed to deliver." Here she paused a moment, tongue darting out to catch a frozen smear of blood. "how are you different?" There was no maliciousness in the words, rather, a glimmer of curiosity that she allowed to slip into them.
For a moment she considered, weighing the words of the woman against her own doubts, the fox at her feet long forgotten. She could decline the offer and continue as she had been, gaining nothing and losing nothing from this interaction. She was seldom impulsive, but perhaps something along the lines of that had her reply, finally, "I accept your offer." If this went poorly, if the woman did not keep her promises, she could simply slip away. Or she could turn on the violet-eyed raven, and behind her fangs would collect all the betrayal she'd kept bottled up, the kind for which she'd never found retribution.
The woman seemed pleased with her answer, and the wraith was still only a moment longer before smoothly dipping to catch the carcass in her fangs. The woman started off and soundlessly did the wraith follow, stopping once to collect the other carcass before slipping into a smooth rhythm besides the raven. Had the days been warmer and prey been more frequent, or had the woman been alone; she would have left the bodies where they lay. But while she had been alone a long while, she was no stranger to packs and no stranger to winter's wraith, and thus the corpses swung in discordant rhythm from her jaws, leaving tracks in the snow.