Grouse Thicket Man on the moon

Haughty, proud steps brought the pale woman toward the group, silver eyes gleaming as she took in the scene before her. There were her Lord and Lady, though Shink was not to be found, perhaps he was playing with the pups. Aeronwyn did not know if Malice trusted the other enough yet, but he had been with them for quite a while so she supposed that it was possible. She had not arrived in time to hear the end of Burke's speech, thus she had only the tail end of his words to work with. 

She assessed the group with the practised eye of a warrior, judging and evaluating their strengths. The pup was obviously a weak stop, that chubby juvenile she judged to be...six month old, judging by it's appearance. Should this turn sour, she could go for it, perhaps as a bargaining chip. A number looked smaller than average, this too could be an advantage. 

Finally, the beautiful femme revealed her position, walking purposely from the woods to stand alongside her Lord and Lady. She eyed the others with stunning eyes devoid of emotion, speaking with a voice brisk and sharp as the waters of a spring pool. "What business do you seek her? Be it that you come with ill intentions, make it known such."

Her eyes slipped to a straggler, slipping into the group at the last moment, then back to the motley crew. So what, if they were fewer? She would gladly hand them their asses on a silver platter.