Wapun Meadow i can see a white blouse hanging on a windowsill, a naked body on my bed

caiaphas' haggard features composed in an uninviting stare, yet it appeared any menance her countenance conveyed was unwarranted, as the autumnal woman's ears folded and she adopted a pose of humility. the sylph's whiplike tail eased its' inching, but the hard bite of her yellow eyes remained unflinchingly focused.

she dropped her possessions; upended and feathers skewed, the two birds tumbled discordant and unorganized to earth. "good, you'd only get trouble if you did. you from that pack that lives in the stone's hollow, or somewhere else? and before you get comfortable and think you can score a meal... don't even fucking try it." the siren queen's hackles rifled upward like quills as she finished speaking, one paw placed possessively over her kills as she studied the bedraggled woman.