Sun Mote Copse you always feared god-born achilles

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the matriarch is first to heed the call of the strangers. stringing along a guard, she does not pass her claim to greet the strangers. already, she could tell just by the looks upon their faces and the full of their bellies they were not needy travelers looking for a home. her interest in them, then, is faint.

hello there.. she hums with a smile. welcome to La Muerte. she spends her greeting looking over the pair, searching for signs of hostility. their scent was faint, but it was familiar to the matriarch. from where, though, she could not recall.
what has brought you here today?