Emberwood Go where the sun shines brightest

ah, she does not get away with anonymity for long. her mouth twists in a moment's contemplation. blackfeather woods, she says succinctly, remembering her aunt's tale of a place—a home—far away. i am blood-flower.

the woman could make up a name if she wished; Avicus doesn't mind. she is not all too attached to her own, anyway.

but she does quite like 'blood-flower.'

she starts ahead once more, lifting her nose to scent-scout the place. coyotes here, she remarks, casting a glance toward her temporary companion. but perhaps she already knows this.