Boartusk Heights sheep

a strange scent stains the land. someone crosses her boundary. it is faint, of course, having only recently started, but it's enough to stir concern.

the vampiress, tired but urgent, stands from her high rock and gazes down at the alpine. her eyes, trained to see only at night, spots the trespasser. there was always a possibility that a stranger would turn into a loyal subject, after all.

but she moves quickly, stalking through the last gasps of night before she would be forced to rest once again.
and what brings you here? in such a hurry, too? she calls out to the stranger.