Haunted Wood big ones, small ones

Vengeance is not long in coming; she can scent him soon. and then he is there, making for the ebon girl, swift in crushing her beneath him deftly and easily. she watches this all with a wry grin tugging at her muzzle. the girl is no easy, so vulnerable, the shock and fear coming quickly and without much effort on her part. Her gaze does not follow the girl as she sinks below the male, instead rising to meet Vengeance's gaze. 

"It seems that I have." she answered with a wry smirk, no formal greeting required, it seemed. she moved near, surveying the woman that struggled on the earth with a sort of curious distaste one might offer a cockroach. a flick of her tail was offered, a sort of bored interest given the girl. "An interesting little rabbit" she mused, naming the girl as such. quick to flee, quick to offer fear and submissiveness and falter in the face of the strong. how rare was it to come across those who showed true fear, true weakness, such as she.