King Elk Forest Like I've seen him somewhere before

A voice.
It called to her from the woods like a lullaby. A soft, deep rumble akin to a waterfall.

Her eyes lifted to those of autumn leaves, like the ones above now turning with the season, ready to tumble down on a slightly too strong gust of wind.
Her head canted, he ocean eyes studying the dark man.

"No," at least she was pretty sure she wasn't. "Just hungry."
Sacnite hadn't had much luck with food recently.
No caches lingered in these parts.
"Why?" Did she really look so awful?