Overture Downs i got hot sauce in my bag....swag

the warm-honey woman does not react immediately against her falling into side-step and witchbaby flashes a broad grin. she loves it when the stars align and the actors play their parts just-so, even if she herself works without the script. scent works just as well - a rabbit is the object of their tracking, she puts together, licking her lips as the fuzzy thing comes into sight. 

the strange-lovely girl looks to her - she quirks a red brow, her grin never wavering, and snaps forward like a rocket, going straight for the hapless hare with her new companion presumably at her heels.