Haunted Wood Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

wurha is one of the last to arrive, but she does so with blood and fur smeared liberally across her chest and muzzle. there is reason for her delay, and she feels no shame in it as she allows her gaze to move once over those assembled. finding none save the man from the borders interesting enough to warrant an investigation at that moment, she remains where she stands, gaze on him. the woman at his side sparks envy, but she bids it rest; that woman will not hold her place long.