Emberwood a new face

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Grezig may have been a woman of few words, yet anatha was one of fewer still. silence stretched a moment as information was taken in, process, committed to memory.  "anatha." she blinked once at the woman, gaze staring through rather than at her before snapping back to rest on the woman's own. 

"hunt?" gaze flickered back to where the woman's prey had long since vanished; a sparrow bobbed there now, swift and deep brown as it winged from branch to branch. a simple offer that required only a simple answer, punctuated by a dull pang of hunger.