Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

She paused.
A rumble cut through the heavy air; the sound barreling for her.
She placed the skull down with as much care as she could be bothered to give the bastard.
She knew someone else would be here, if that Vein was. What she didn't expect, was for it to be one of the bastards.
Conquest, for her fur was made of deep auburn flames.

Vanity looked over to the demanding yearling.
A smirk graced her lips.
"My, you've grown." Should she answer the question?
"Vanity Valadez, former Nightwalker General." She sketched a mocking bow. The Nightwalkers weren't meaningful anymore.
Her eyes didn't leave the girl.
She was already bigger than Vanity herself, and if she had any semblance of her lineage, she'd be good in both speed and might.

"Where'd you run to?"