Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

Despite having had a couple of successful catches, the food that Sweet Tooth had found alone had not been enough to satisfy her. At least it had kept her alive this long, but more and more she had considered theft an option.

When Twister's call sounded within range, the intention clear, she made her decision. She would try.

Whether it was belief in the fortune of good timing or pure desperation that led her, she did not know. But she was quick. If the situation turned sour, perhaps she could outrun the guardians of whatever they were seeking to take. Those slower would be left to handle any pursuit.

Or perhaps, while they were busy fighting, she could slip in to steal some food.

Liking this idea better, she approach Twister's location, but hung back and out of sight, hoping to see what progressed before truly joining in. She was ever calculating, ever obsessed with keeping herself out of harm. Even if it meant throwing the rest, literally, to the wolves.