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whatever restlessness had to be tonight, she kept it well to herself if she even had any. the woman was not in the, ah, market for loin-seeking. the touch of another, even casually without harm, was enough to curl her lip. t'was going to take much for her to open herself emotionally - let alone physically - to another. though she felt the heat on the horizon, the wilds here packed together as they were, and nature would soon take its course. just not with her. she had not grown close to anyone being in the time she had come here. and simple pleasures like a fling were beyond her logic.

no, she was destined to be alone. that is what she believed; that fate had at least control over her romantic exploits. if anything, the breeding season would bring new children to the world. children she could practice on. cuts, bruises. scraps and broken bones. she had worked her proverbial magic on one child so far, sending him off with a quick check. new life brought new faces. adult and child. perhaps then one of them would seek her out. perhaps she could even teach a curious mind. she had not taken an apprentice yet. none of them seemed very worthy to her. though the year was ending, life was still young.

ahead she sees the form of another. Huntington approaches with intent to move past the other woman. a brief nod was given as a sign of politeness, yet she did not pause much, as she came closer. she is reminded of a feline as she briefly glances at the other. a point one. something she had not seen in a few months. though t'was a passing fancy at best and her eyes focused on the ravine entirely. "well met" though she does glance back, noticing the slight limp she perhaps tried to hide. "injury?" she queries, a nod given to the woman's shoulder.