Blackfoot Forest standing in the fading headlights wondering "what if"

The woman slunk from the shadows, sickly grin plastered across her maw. Aeronwyn stood impassively, but her gaze scanned the woman once more, this time with interest flickering dully in her optics. She was different, certainly, but a careful taste of the air proved no scent of the Wood lingered on her. "hm," The contemplative noise came soon after her indeed, though she did not break the silence again until a moment after the woman had spoken. "you have low standards."  Gaze blinked as she gazed once at the fox at her feet, before rising once more to meet the woman's. If the woman found killing fox to be a good show, then surely she'd find the rest of the wraith's repertoire to be absolutely thrilling. 

 "and what do you seek here, then, besides watching my foxhunt?" Normally she wouldn't have bothered, but something had her probe, rather than try and incite the woman into some sort of fight to satisfy her battlelust.