Larksong Grotto Burn the witch

hosannah had fled the hollow heart of the grotto. she moved towards the lake nearby, at first just because it was there; then, as she drew closer, she paused at the edge and looked at herself. inspected the fresh cuts which were bestowed upon her by the witless, frightened mother. the bleeding had stopped and the red tint it had added to her fur was easily masked; still, hosannah crept in to the lake's shallows and was bathing when she heard an unfamiliar voice — but the word, the name, she knew.

ears perked, she withdrew from the water. tendrils dripped from her figure as she sought the owner of the voice, and by proxy, reek. she was still a bit shaken from her encounter with vuk, and so she regarded this new stranger with some trepidation. she slunk around him and to reek's side, and once there she administered a covetous rub of her cheek upon his shoulder. a part of her was curious but she was far too skeptical of these strangers to speak freely, or to even remove her gaze from the stranger's figure. she watched him, but her attention was glued to reek primarily.