Redtail Rise head like a hole

Whatever had caused this place to burn, it seemed to remain. As Seregryn visited the broken pile of debris she breathed deep, and the air tasted very strange. It was wood-like, as this was a tree, but there was something sour about the smell, something which overpowered everything else. As she rounded upon the pile and drifted too close with her face, her chin brushed it - and was smeared with dark, should she did not notice. After a few minutes of this quiet contemplation and inspection, Seregryn grew bored. She wandered towards a far-flung chunk of the tree and pawed at it, kicking it along and chasing after the rolling piece once it caught the lip of the ridge.

It was then that she saw the brackish figure watching her; the game ended swiftly after that, and her dark head lifted, defiant but also curious, as she tried to get a better view without compromising her pride. To have been snuck upon like this! It riled her, no doubt. The girl who believed herself to be a master sleuth, the perfect spy (although she was trained and she had tested herself time and again, Seregryn was far from a master) - she could not have been caught unawares like this. Not by anyone! She had to accept it though, and did with a surly little chuff, then began pacing along the broken bits of forest in pursuit of the stranger.

The girl moved swiftly to close the distance, and left enough space in between so that she felt safe, but could watch the other soundlessly, ready to leave at a moments notice.