Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Mictec offered him a half smile for his efforts. Another drop of sap fell, this time to the right of her. As she picked her paw, she quickly wiped at her face which allowed for her to regain vision from her left eye. "Some type of illness took her. Many thought that I would follow in her steps but I could never. I was born for the hunt, not to heal."

Sighing, Mictec felt her fur bristle softly from the slight breeze and with it the strong, intoxicating scent of pine. "She was always one to sacrifice herself for others, always going on about the circle of life, that was why she chose my name."

A soft chuckled surprised her at his attempt to say her name. "It's from an ancient tongue, belonging to the goddess of the underworld. I will say though yours is interesting as well."