Larksong Grotto all dressed up in a pretty black label

she blinks, once, at the retort, and there's a burning in her chest that she manages to quell before it escapes her in some mad tirade. instead, she gives the woman an impassive once-over, nods, and replies, No One.

Avicus begins to sniff around just as the other had been, and she pauses at a particular point of fragrance.

it's something she hasn't quite smelled before, but it means something to her. like the richness of earth, or the smell of rain before it comes. it is woman, down to flesh and bone and. . .

you know 'dihh wolf? she asks, lifting her head to face the other again. her voice has lost much of its imperious tone, replaced by simple curiosity instead.