Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

The woman was seldom troubled, but at this time she was. Therefore her actions to relieve the stress she felt drew her towards the temple; perhaps as a reminder of her mother. It was then she smelt the unmistakable scent of the poisonous tree — albeit fainter than at the site — and moved towards whomever had carried the scent to this place. 

At the destination of her tracking, she found Maegi; spying the unmistakably ripped face. She’d know the answers to what the intruders interests, as she hadn’t managed to rip much from the golden male she tirelessly hunted and brawled. Time away from the woods had allowed her to think on the situation. 

Upon her approach, the woman chuffed so she didn’t startle the girl, especially if she was — as you say — high as balls.  ”Hey there,” she called after her chuff, ”how are you holding up?” Her quiet concern hinted her tone, hoping that the girl hadn’t suffered too much from the intrusion — of the scarlet woman or the vengeful males.