Sun Mote Copse a forest set fire as i wept in fear for things

The woman and her branches intruiged the femme of fire and night. Her piercing eyes watched as she meticulously aranged the slimm branches, for what pupose she did not know. For a while, she simply watched, hidden away in the cover of the forest. Perhaps it was a trap, an intricate one, or some sort of design meant only to please the eyes.

Akirea was not shy, nor was she docile, and she stepped toward the female with her head raised regally. She stopped a short distance away, ears tipped forward against her skull. Her eyes flew from the femme of flame, to the branches, to the femme again, noting that no pack scent clung to her fur. "What are you doing?"