Sleepy Fox Hollow What do you want from me?

Sorry for the wait, lovely!

The girl borne of browns and golds lacked silence, it seemed, the crack and rustle of leaves and foliage alerting the feasting wraith. There was no attention given, not now as yellowed teeth pulled a strip of flesh from bone, exposed, jutting into the air as if a hand reaching for a savior, any savior. There would be none, of course, swallowing the meat before spying into the carcass to pinpoint her next mouthful.

Only then, in the process of picking off her next bit, did she look up with that single eye. It would settle on the girl, watching her as she watched the wraith, though there was no apprehension in the reddened gaze as was spied in the fire-kin eyes opposite. If she was here to best the carcass from the creature, she would be held at bay with snarls and snaps but, as of yet, the red-cloaked fate would swallow her morsel and still. Bloodied maw held over the equally bloodied corpse, Atropos regarded the stranger with apathy, waiting to see what she would do. Or say.