Barrow Fields Head to the future

The other greets her with an obvious question but it’s better than aggression, like the last time, but she doesn’t even have it in her to feel any necessary tension. She’s just thankful to stop and, if she’s lucky, maybe she’ll get a little help. “I was trying to take a kill from these birds but,” she pauses, smirking, admitting to her foolishness. Nox had only been hungry and from a distance, she thought she had a chance. “I didn’t realize how big the fucking birds were,” she explains with a painful shrug, wincing as a new scab tears and warm blood touches her tender skin.