Fox's Glade Into my garden

Searching, hunting. The little herbalist kept her attention to the ground as she sought out her herbs and Rosina sought out her. She could see the dark little fae in the distance with that familiar paled nape. Rosina's little palad frame remained low, intent on gaining her fair share of blood in return for the mass amount which had been spilt of her own. After all, Rosina had not hurt the child of Easthollow- had not even touched a hair on his head! Chasing her out had not been enough, they wanted blood. But who could blame the Hollow wolves? Rosina wanted blood too. 

And with a little growling purr of pleasure, the lithe woman sprung from her placement, aiming not yet to attack, but to cut the other woman off, to freeze Oryx with her arrival. Hello there, little crow. She coos, brightened blue ends widening with hungry desire.