Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

Atropos needed no pushing, paws constantly toeing the edge of the proverbial precipice with little care towards the fate of others or even herself. The moment the declination slipped off of his tongue, the scarred creature stepped forward to snap her teeth at him, the movement akin to a snake making a single, pointed warning. Coiling into herself again, Atropos regarded him with that same cold gaze, her intent clear: If he did not leave her alone, he would meet her teeth.