Redtail Rise out of shape,

Her voice was different, her cadence rough where the Ice Queen's was smooth and hollow. All at once, Satori realised she'd been swept up in old paranoia and mistaken this woman for someone she was not.

"Apologies," she swept closer, her head bowed though her gaze remained fixed on the stranger ahead. The crunch of splintering bone had halted, to the Priestess' relief, though a faint trace of Faust clung to the scattered remains. Had this woman stole from his kill? The thought had her spine bristle. "Satori, Priestess of Darukaal. And you must be...?"