Shadewood death by a thousand cuts

Potentially the shortest thread ever, unless you want to continue... either way is fine by me! Trying to find my footing with this girl once more. <3

The pirouette of a form—nothing about him vulnerable, despite the circumstance. His anger was valid, if not misplaced, and she halted her pace forward, her head inclining with respect to his demand if only because of his loss. The spring breeze ruffled the honeyed fur that cloaked her ivory spine, her tail giving an idle flick as her emerald eyes studied him quietly.

“If that’s what you want,” she offered, the smoky lull of her voice almost unfamiliar to her, given the days it had been since used. Her eyes only flashed briefly to the dark and unmoving form, the stench of death and rot making it obvious this was the path destined for the two. Not that it ever made it easier—Stigmata’s demise had been swift and unexpected, leaving her to rear her three children with the assistance only of the shadowed gargoyle of the mountain. At that moment, she missed them both desperately.

But she refused to dwell on it.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

She turned, lithe form beginning to lope back toward the poorly marked borders of the isle, continuing the scouting of the forest that seemed so interlinked to her haven. Just before she left him, she turned, exotic gaze studying him once more, not completely trusting her back turned to the stranger, but also as a final possibility. "If you find yourself needing to rest and a meal, I'm seeking to claim the land borders by the river just beyond here."