Altar of Twilight a bitter pill to swallow

Belharra liked well-fed women. She could tolerate well-fed men, though she found them self-pandering and of course, all too impressed with their own accomplishments. But well-fed women, that meant the going was good for them - and where the going was good, there was bound to be food.

So of course, she flashed her most winning smile Katya's way. It was a wide smile that reached her eyes, her hungry eyes - leaving the viewer to wonder if the gesture was genuine or out of desperation. Good news was, this woman seemed friendly.. Belharra hoped just friendly enough to share her seemingly steady food supply. "Is a fine night indeed, I suppose." Her tail swept side to side as if disregarding the quality of the night; what was more important was the quality of food. "You find anything of interest? I could use a meal - and, pardon my forwardness an' such, but it looks as if you are at least better fed than myself." She blinked as if horrified by the rambunctiousness of her mouth, then offered a sweeping bow. "Belharra McKinlaugh, famished hunter and storyteller extraordinare, at your service."