Blackbeak Bluff cutting off the blood to ten

i love her :')
And have no clue where this is heading :9

She knew.  The scent was here, and with it, his ghost.  Was it still?  What did she know of him?  Rosalyn's eyes narrowed as her ire rose. For it had entered her mind that perhaps this wolf wasn't exactly on her side in this encounter (that wasn't really an encounter?)

Perhaps she was mistaken, and he wasn't even dead. Could you kill a ghost again? No. Confused now, and beginning to lose track of what was past and present, false and truth, she growled. "You know where he is. Tell me." She advanced aggressively, for once her steps sure. In her current state, there was an unpredictability and rashness about her that had not been seen before. It would not take much to snap her opinion from one extreme to the next, and she was not above turning this into a more physical sort of confrontation.