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both, she answered, surveying the scene. the surrounding vegetation seemed amess, as if suggesting that the hunt had not been easy. that, combined with the almost sloppy blood upon the stranger's maw seemed to point towards an almost ravenous hunger that had perhaps not aided in what should have been a careful, precise kill. or, one might say, 'tukiqanngittuq', stupid, but i do not think so. a tone spoken carefully.

rala would not move closer, no, rather circling the woman, almost sizing her up, although she was clearly larger than the woman of the north. pretty, she thought, decorated in browns and ambers. reminded her, faintly, of @Dolce. handsome man, pretty woman. circled a perimeter, just as she did with the man that lingered in her mind, though she did not find the same scars that she had found upon him. satisfied, she moved away to stand a few ways in front of the woman. enjoying your meal?