Blackfeather Woods At war with the sun

Cyn laughed and limped over to the female. Her wrap made of leaves and vines had smelled of blood. She felt like she had a battle scar even if she had gotten it from a falling tree. She wasn't as hostile as last time, even if the voice in her head had gone the opposite way. Kill the girl, nobody will know it was you. She ignored the voice and continued to pay attention to reality."How have you been doing?" She wanted a little chit chat before she went away since she was obviously bothering her. Cyn had a smile on her face, but it did not meet her eyes that were emotionless.