Flycatcher Downs You can tell

They spoke now. Difficult to understand, but Calfuray supposed that would be the case at the sight of their scarred and torn face.

She listens with a smile, her single eye half-lidded. Oh no, I'm alone. I would be far better fed otherwise. She feels a sense of quiet pride swell through her own well-toned body. Mauled, maimed, and mangle or not - Calfuray had her charm. She had pulled her fair share of lovers, and had all the children she could be bothered with by now.

Do you have a name? She dares a step closer.