Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

First she giggled, then she let out an effected sigh and laid herself out upon the rock. Ah, me, she cried, voice laden with false despair. Must the handsome ones always be taken? And again she laughed, straightening up into a sphynx-like posture. She saw no harm in casual, friendly flirting. She didn't mean it. (Unless he thought that she was cute, too. Then she maybe meant it a little.)

For a moment she stared at the mountain and the dark smudge of forest beneath it. There lay her destiny. She was certain. For now she listened to Stark, and found that he had good information. Famine? How terrible! she exclaimed, heart full of sympathy. Then as quickly as her mood turned sour, she perked up again. Tell me about your pack, she said.