Hideaway Strath another round of all the things I've heard before

She caught a glimpse of the other a few moments after his scent drifted her way, sturdy and stygian, scars that told her of history, even in the most simple of terms. He was quick to place space between them, a respectful gesture, but futile. Like that could last for long, trailing the same prey.

She slowed her pace, fell in behind. She was not starving, she didn't need all of it. It would be wiser to work together. 

She was solitary, if only to punish herself. But it had been long enough. Wallowing got her few places, and it certainly didn't get her dinner. It was time to start living again, even if all that meant was speaking to others again. 

Still, it felt wrong. She'd like to say she'd served her penance, but that would never be true. There were no enforcers but herself, and she didn't wish to go mad in her own silence. Seemed counterproductive, even if it was deserved.

Dark woman quickened her gait, rustled some leaves to alert him of her presence. Kept her ears perked and her tail as it was. 

Do you want company? She asked in a whisper, careful, in case the prey they trailed was near.