Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

Vanity was surprised, to say the least.
She thought she'd be possessively aggressive. Vengeance never was - at least in her mind - so why did she expect it? Probably because it's what Vanity would have done.

"Of course. If I die before I can return, I will send my most trusted in my stead."
She hoped the teeth didn't fall out. They were rather impressive. Even more impressive was the fact she'd managed to keep the jaws together. Should she separate them? No.
She'd have to find some good sap.

"Yeah. You have his size, his fire, and his eyes." She laughed softly. A picture of the old man.
"Your coat is lighter than his. Though it's hard to tell when he was such a state," she smiled softly now. A hint of disgust. He really never cleaned.