Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

sobeille was met with silence, but the stranger’s body language communicated more than words ever could. she was watched — warily — the ghoul’s feral eyes tracking every moment as she slouched possessively over the ruined breast of the rabbit.

sobeille wordlessly moved back, a gesture of eased tension. she glanced to the bones and their formation, brow furrowing. de bones say — she leaned close, concentrating on the orientation of each arched spine. she closed her eyes and a single, visceral image hit her. spirit. opening them, sobeille slowly collected her wares. i’m sobeille. who you be?