Raven's Watch quoth the raven, nevermore

some large, bulking form... or merely the dark playing tricks upon her. the skull clad woman would merely watch as the other moved. the scent told her it was canine. a wolf, then. Huntington was bold in the sense of her words cutting across more so than her actions. she was not the type to approach others; she waited and bided her time. as such, others were unnerved by her constant surveillance. the way her pale eyes did not blink. judging one before words were exchanged.

"I know you are there" perhaps her exchange at Diaspora had given her unused voice a sort of exercise. she spoke now, flinging her void words at the other. Huntington's head would rise, viewing the darkling with hooded eyes. "though you need not to gift me an audience." no, she would not press her company upon others when she herself did not want company. her head would turn now, looking back across the watch. though there was a sort of invitation to her tone. 

if the other wanted to speak, to approach, she would not be opposed.