Haunted Wood the devils of truth steal the souls of the free

she'd been following the newest whelp most of the day, in much of the same way she'd followed Venamis when he'd first come to the wood. she's certainly discontent with his presence here; she'd only just dealt with the latest potential rank to her place here and does not need any contest besides Valour.

and yet she'd done nothing to indicate her presence, hanging back a fair distance with a scowl etches on her features. and then she spots his rear near the pit's edge, and moves. silently, at first, a quick stalk, and when she comes within range she barrels into his rear, shouldering him roughly forward and spinning away just as fast, rounding back to face him in a moment should her attempt to send him over the edge fail.