Neverwinter Forest harold...

A puff of air escapes her nose quickly, whether a laugh or scoff is hard to distinguish. Sooty baby. Perhaps it is a common thing to add baby to names and keeping her from becoming offensive. She knows she is young and incapable but she has managed this far without help only until recently. She certainly isn’t a baby.
 
She isn’t forced to answer any of the questions and her eyes drift away slowly, flinching only when the other makes a sudden movement and asks her to play. She thinks of Seri and her insistence to play though she left her hanging. Mallaidh never saw her again.
 
The younger girl does not get into any position to play but her eyes do widen and she sucks in a breath, spinning on her heels and dashing off in the opposite direction with purpose. It isn’t far that their camp is, nor far from where Eske found her originally, but she quickly locates what is left of the fox corpse: mostly skeletal. It only has three legs left but the meat and organs are all gone. She drags it back with only slightly difficultly and one stumble when she steps on the tail and is thrown into the ground.
 
When she finds Witchbaby still there (only a few minutes later) she drops the kill with a heavy breath, taking one end and shaking it with vigor, growling all the while.