Dawnlark Plains beware

set for immediately after this!

A strange woman had called for @Redd before.

And he catches her scent again. He'd only known it because Redd had carried it home with her. The Berserker hadn't the energy, or time, to ask.

The scent of blood lingers in the air as well, which sends him into action.

Curious as ever, he hastily reports to check out the scene. What awaits him is utterly baffling. 

Upturned soil, a half puddle. Blood, saliva, foam. It reeks of Masquerade somehow, a bit of the stranger and a twinge of Redd—enough so to know that she'd been here.

His hackles stand on end. Instinctual alarm-bells scream at him.

Without further hesitation, he leaves at once, hoping to catch up with Redd. She was heading home, surely.

And after a long jog he does. He espies a flash of the Wealda up ahead.

Breathless, he calls after her.

The fuck?