King Elk Forest bittersweet

When she canted her head to better gaze at him, he questioned it - but when he stumbled awkwardly, her smile was there to ease his worry. She wasn't at all hurt or offended by his words, for the curiosity of her appearance was something she'd long accepted. She was odd looking, scarred - it was expected.

                   "D-Don't worry - If I saw a female as messed up as I l-look, well.... I'd ask t-too. I can o-only partially see out of o-one side: I was t-trying to look at y-you better."

Coming another few steps closer, she twisted her face to the side to both see Archer and show her newest injury - one that cut deep across her eye and damaged the sight. It was here she stopped, though, feet away from the stranger who wanted to join her home. His grin was contagious, and her own split her inky maw with ivory fangs as they joked. It was nice to be so carefree, to not shake in her skin like a tornado raged in her belly. She trembled, sure, but when didn't she anymore? Tail wagging, she gave him some of the information she knew of Hideaway Strath:

                                                     "I'm a healer m-myself, but the offical rank for it is taken. You've gotta be a warrior or a-a hunter - but that doesn't mean y-you can't persue your dreams, too. Zaavier is our leader."