Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

Yami paused on the banks, her eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring as she breathed deep. She heard a sound. She wasn't sure if it was the prey she sought, but it still stole her attention. She scanned the surface of the water for a ripple here or there--some disturbance that suggested her next meal was about. What she ended up spotting was not her next meal. In fact, she was immediately concerned that her next meal was now at risk.

The Ostrega narrowed her eyes at the stranger and lifted her head. There didn't seem anything overtly aggressive about the other woman, but Yami was cautious still. Her posture was wary, suspicious. She didn't feel the need to run her off quite yet--she hadn't actually hunted down any prey yet that she would need to protect. But still. You spot a strange woman staring at you silently through the reeds, you get a little uncomfortable.