Haunted Wood i haven't been good to myself

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"he is," she answers, moving to observe a stone's throw from Vengeance's side. she defers to the Warlord with a flick of her ears, though her attention remains on the boy at their borders. she has much to learn, she knows, and greeting strangers on their borders with something other than bared fangs is one of those things. 

it is the muted tones of their conversation that had drawn her, but the lack of any howl that had interested her enough to join in. in her experience thus far, those at their borders either howled, or charged directly in and ended up in the pit. this stranger, then, was decidedly different.