Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

Ah, here was another waltz. The brute comes closer, looming near but not enough to snap at. He is wary, cautious... as he should be. A stranger alone in the midst of this location? A bit peculiar. She finds herself chuckling at his tongue and raises her sunken eyes to gaze at him. 

All she can see is a void.

"Is that so..." she utters, finding no solace in such words. For one who could not see a face for true, she has no comfort. They all look like monsters to her. But such beautiful ones. "a shame I cannot see yours." the spook responds, staring straight at him but not blinking.

If he can converse somewhat in her native language, she supposes he is worth her time. "Bones" the woman utters without a beat missing "be it prey or predator" she did not care what species "I require it for a ritual."