Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

She had waited, watching. The woman's body language displayed that of a cat ready to pounce. But yet she did not, for the strange child turned to her. 

Tension and caution rests in the air.

You, child. Why you stalk? — my scent.. why are you stalking it?!

A stare like daggers dug within the other. They demanded obedience with a quick, truthful answer. For if not received, the red painted woman would give her wrath as punishment.