Phantom Hollow make me your radio

the whisp positioned herself to rest and sit among their scenery, and for a moment solaris considered to do the same. she passed the thought on though, thinking it best not to become too comfortable so close to where seemingly territorial lives collected.

the expected introduction came, and the viper sought to stash both names she'd received to memory. names were useful after all, in more ways than one.

she assumed that the souls who'd left bloody and beaten had deserved their fate, but she was also not one to sell short the twisted cruelty of others. "do not fret, i underestimate no one." be it mass of muscle or an ingenious mind, there was always a way to win the battles placed before you. 

"are you out here scouting then, or should i take it you are the woodland's guardian?"