Fairspell Meadow The Cold War Kid

Being vague with meeting Malice

Potema smirked slightly as the fox's carcass was tossed towards her. She gathered it towards her, knowing that the little vulpine's pelt would be useful as a bag of sorts. It would take a lot of preparation, but it would be useful, wouldn't it? She looked up at the scarred woman, breathing in her scent just as the other did to her. Her ears cocked at the words and she began to recognize the scent. I've met one of your members, I think. She said, thinking back to the dark woman in the brambles. Dark brown and gray, yellow eyes with a scar over one of them, getting kind of fat? She had a sinking suspicion that the woman was impregnated thanks to her heat, but she had no idea who (and if she did she would probably scream). Sound familiar?