Nova Peak Pärry

careful, cautions the voice within so unused to speaking.

she listens to the huntress first, admiring the sharp edge of her nose as she takes in their scent. she must kill many things, this snowstalker. then to vermouth, mismatched gaze holding him in full even as he looks back to the woman.

why is he pretending she is not there? he speaks of her and then ignores her, kindling a flickering irritation that does not sit well with her or the other.

she steps forwards to flank vermouth's shoulder, nose rifling through his dark fur before looking back to ayovi.