Deepwood Weald Let this soul be your whisper

@Damien

She'd reached the borders, a limp hare in her maw. She decided she should come back with something other than just information. She dropped the corpse, putting her head to howl for the man. She didn't care that there were likely eyes on her now, or that he would probably already be watching her.
She needed to talk.

She waited, gaze cold and anticipating a form lurching from the trees. She didn't cross the border. She'd figured what she wanted to say, how she would say it. If she was going to pull this off, it would require her to use her best skills, think every scheme through before even starting. It would be hard, yet worthwhile. Right? After, she could live out her days with the Melonii, working without care for them, doing what she did best. Breaking packs.