Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Her journey went unhindered as her pace increased, the smell of brine once again wafting towards her nose. The ragged pirate turned her course close to the shore, a demented smile alighting her face as she thought of how close Feragho was now, how she would soon see his handsome, strong visage once aga-

A sharp pain on her muzzle broke her from her mad train of thought, the once dull eyes blazing into fury as she saw the culprit on the ground, smeared with her own blood. A rock.

Someone had thrown a rock at her.

Fury mixed with a demented sort of glee as a twisted smile bled across her bleeding muzzle, and the wench crooned in a soft singsong voice to her aggressor, her body already sinking into an attacking stance. Come out, dearie~! Don't be shy! There ain't no need fo' throwin' rocks, see? We can just....talk.. Her burning eyes flitted around her surroundings, searching for any kind of movement in the undergrowth around her. Her nose twitched as she smelt the air for wolf or fox or coyote or any thing that stuck out through the woody scent.