Haunted Wood But not too tall

She carried the stick, which was almost a branch, a few feet before setting it down and chewing on it, before picking it up and carrying it again.
She approached the meeting place, wondering who would be around for her to bother.
Lo and behold, Vengeance's form was nestled subtly atop his rock. 

She dropped the sick again, pinning it under her dirtied socks.
Crunch. Crunch.
She shook her head, letting half-rotten shrapnel fly from her mouth. 
Then, she was ready to just be her usual, seductive self. She did have a temper hidden within her, of course.

"Vennyyy.." she cooed into the fog. Of course, it was the mountain sat there and not Serem's fat ass. Poor lass. She couldn't smell her recently enough.
Probably patrolling, and it wasn't like the nocturnal Alison would pop up.