Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

where astara was tall and obsidian, this woman was tiny, pale, blue-eyed. he watched her hungrily as she approached his borders, slipping down the lower rises until his orange eye burned upon her. closer now, he could see that she was not as young as the others within, but it made little difference.
the boy waited a moment, catching the coppery tang of blood before he descended, stepping from the sprawling forest to smile placidly at the newcomer. "do we know each other?"