Big Salmon Lake triple dipped in psycho

She did not make small talk, ever. The role of where she stood on the hierarchy system demanded that she keep straight to the point, unable to twist her words and spin soft tales like Cicero, but remain her words quizzical in the slightest. However, she found she could not be upfront with a stranger she had nothing to talk about with, he was simply a passerby as was she. But over time, she came to know the form of communication as a game, back and forth; one that she would always win. 

"Anything to keep me interested," Came her coy response, her tail swishing lightly behind her. The Silencer's time was limited in the activities she did, and each second was not to be wasted but spent to the best of the ability. Entertainment was hard to come by within the dark woods besides the usual mauling, but in the presence of the stranger, she felt as if their encounter would be nothing but ordinary. Or so, for his sake, she hoped he kept her keen should she suddenly wish his presence to be gone.