Blackfeather Woods want my friend, want my heart’s mend

the nightcub's posture relented but a degree as she watched the man fold in the distance, his slinking form appeasing her scornful pride. she remained unaware of his assessment of her, and it might have been better that way -- for had she known he called her but a child (even if she was!) she would have shown him that children have teeth too --

and hers had witnessed plenty of action.

smugly, the girl continued routing the borders with her presence. where kove's had faded, she supplanted her own scent anew.

all the while, she kept a long ear canted back towards sanguinus, waiting for him to make his move.