Mount Everfall for when she wakes, she will move mountains

Ksenia does not think much of the blood on the stranger’s muzzle any more than it entices her. Confusion has brought a look upon the girl’s face and a sneer appears on her own. She may be weary from ravel, even with several nights rest, but the itch has gone unscratched for some time. Her teeth ache to pierce and her pale eyes narrow. The stranger squares herself for the threat all the same and Ksenia, like a lion, stalks a half circle forward as if she’s testing the patience of the other.

Still, the beast does not lunge forward. She waits, then moves a little closer, and then waits again. Come, she urges as another quiet growl make itself known.