Golden Glade Little sorrows sit and weep

“Yes yes, of course,” she almost rushed, watching as he pulled his prey closer to him. Ah, how much time has it been since she last felt the beautiful taste of flesh in her mouth? It had been indeed a long time, for she was thinner now, she could count the ribs on her ivory body. Still, Aneira did not give up; will not give up.

“If you don’t mind, what is your name?” Thinking again, she remembered of another pack close to the Grove; Firebirds, if she remembered correctly. Maybe he was from there? No, he can’t be, it is way too far from where she met Wraen the first time. And what if.. she goes there, and asks for help? Or should she leave these lands after the latest events? “Are you related to the... Firebirds?”