Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Her one-track mind switched, albeit momentarily, from Feragho to this new threat to her existence, and by extension her existence with Feragho. The slavering creature dove into the undergrowth, her nose brushing the dirt and low growing plants as she searched for a fresh scent. Her eyes threatened to set the forest ablaze with her fury as she lifted her head from the forest floor, licking the blood that dripped off her muzzle onto the floor. Come out, little rascal. She called, flitting from bush to bush, fern to fern.

The pirate paused as she heard scratching in the dirt, her head cocked as she listened through the silence of the forest. Found ye... She whispered to herself as her body bunched up, wiggling and tensing before she exploded in a mad dash off energy towards the small noise, uncovering the small creature half caked with dirt.