Little by little, the woman ventured away from the dark woods unto the world that lay beyond; for she had been tied to the shadowed forest only by her children who had grown already to the point they no longer relied on her presence. While she loved each and every one of them, the woman broke at a run at the first light of day; leaving the in the care of their father, Kove. Never could the dark woman utter the words out loud, she felt herself slipping away from the father of her children, regardless of the affection she held for him; it was simply not returned. Or so she felt; what little interaction they were able to put forth was timid in the least, or on the topic of their growing children that would grow out of their conversation starters, something she deeply fretted for. Nevertheless, she left her troubles at the borders as she crossed over them, departing from the territory with more energy than she had greeted the day with. 

After years of being on-edge, the woman had felt the presence of the other before his eyes had rested upon her. It was her job, afterall, to see where her eyes could not roam; it did help that she had constnantly been aware of other's actions at the back of her mind since her children had become moblie. Wether the man intentionally hid from her or not, she spared no mind for concern. While a woman out alone in the middle of nowhere seemed an opportunity to some, she was not in the slightest defenseless. Not far away lay her family of thieves and creepy children; thw woman may not be missed but her presence would be. "Are you going to watch me or are you going to speak?" The dark woman called out her inquisition, though she did not turn to face the other. She did not disturb her schedule for the attention of the other, no matter the curiosity that had latched upon her. 

She did not make small talk, ever. The role of where she stood on the hierarchy system demanded that she keep straight to the point, unable to twist her words and spin soft tales like Cicero, but remain her words quizzical in the slightest. However, she found she could not be upfront with a stranger she had nothing to talk about with, he was simply a passerby as was she. But over time, she came to know the form of communication as a game, back and forth; one that she would always win. 

"Anything to keep me interested," Came her coy response, her tail swishing lightly behind her. The Silencer's time was limited in the activities she did, and each second was not to be wasted but spent to the best of the ability. Entertainment was hard to come by within the dark woods besides the usual mauling, but in the presence of the stranger, she felt as if their encounter would be nothing but ordinary. Or so, for his sake, she hoped he kept her keen should she suddenly wish his presence to be gone. 

She had stepped forward, tail swishing almost alluringly before the streak of pale white crossed her peripherals. The woman did not get the chance to speak before Kove's baritones thundered through the sensual feeling of another's company. “Don't worry, Kove,” She sighed, perhaps too casually and all too comically with a roll of her head. “We were talking,” Her optics switched back to the stranger, picking up on the feeling that he would not object to any decline to any possibility of what would have happened, had her husband not interrupted. She did not have much inclination to stay longer, for should a quarrel break out, there was little doubt that Kove would prove his claim over her with more force than necessary. Backing up, she moved to stand beside the ghost, perhaps reassurance, but it was not needed. Whether it was his own possessiveness or his mistrust in her, Kove was not a hostile creature. He could be calmed; it was the reaction of the other that concerned her.