Haunted Wood Herbs

Vera rarely gets driven into the traps of others. She wasn't easily manipulated. She sat down and watched him. He had to come down some time. No food or water up there. She drew up the corner of her mouth to a smile. Whatever his name was, it soon wouldn't matter. Her tail thumped on the ground at the thought. "Yes, fat black cat. What is your name?" She asked. Her tone was cold and sarcastic. The paw he dropped was tempting, nut she wasn't an idiot. Her eyes piercing and cold as she continued to stare down the feline.