Larksong Grotto all dressed up in a pretty black label

Blood flower? Sakari had heard a lot of names-- hell she had worn a lot of names herself, but that was a unique one. Perhaps it was culture-specific to this area? She would try it out sometime and see how it worked for her. 

The woman continued to stalk away, and this time Sakari watched her go silently. She felt a bit sorry for the woman in heat at the top of the mountain, who she had little doubt would want nothing to do with the surly, lisping woman called Blood Flower.

Sakari would depart to drift around the base of the mountain, putting distance between herself and Blood Flower while still remaining close to the mountain itself.