Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

her offer is accepted, and the warlord's gaze follows the girls to rest on the white owl she commands. her brow furrows, some dim memory pressing at her. "what is he to you?" she asks, hardly understanding the link they seem to share. the sylph is unlike any of the melonii she's known, and as such remains a puzzle she can not entirely figure out. 

the girl nods curtly, turning on her heel to lead the sylph deeper into the wood. "smaller prey used to gather here. we will find a scent, eventually." she offers, already sweeping her muzzle low over the snow in attempt to find some sign of life there, and work as quickly as she could to end it.