Sleepy Fox Hollow sharp

praimfaya is never too far out of the ferocious wanlida's hawkish gaze. even now, close enough to diaspora for the wanheda to probably not get into too much trouble @Blodreina is present though she hangs back to the shadows, the ever vigilant setnes. it makes sense to praimfaya now, knowing that her mother had once served as cheka to the last commander as she slowly deigns to tell the curious wanheda to be more of her enigmatic past. praimfaya suspects that there are things that even ingram doesn't know, things that blodreina has kept close to her chest for so long.

sleepy fox hollow is remote and a bit isolated from the world outside of the sunspire mountains ... not unlike praimfaya's favored northstar vale, another slice of quiet and open meadow'd paradise ample with woodland prey. namely it's namesake: whose pungent scent marks majority of the territory. except for a fresh scent trail that is decidedly not fox. praimfaya bows her head to inspect it, before glimpsing over her shoulder at blodreina. in soft spoken trigedasleng her mother assures her that she will go hunting but will remain nearby and disappears into the tall swaying grasses as praimfaya turns back to the scent trail and follows it.

gaze of frostbound silver touches upon the mocha and milk chocolate colored girl — similar to the wanheda's own age — a small smile curling her lips upwards as she watched the girl dart from here to there before the smile vanishes and is replaced by the cool hei, called in trigedasleng to catch the girl's attention, assured that it is close enough to the common equivalent that she does not feel the need to offer a translation.