Deepwood Weald Let these bones be the giver

A minacious blink was all it took to for his gaze to scan over her figure - around 2 or 3 years of age, a lithe physique and healthy, barr the swollen wound beneath her eye. Curious concoctions of red and cream were painted into the strands of her coat, but not at all unprepossessing. Perhaps she could come of use to him, a servant of the Melonii blood, as she so claimed.

If she was swept into the Weald's shadows, there was a chance she could become a new little plaything... he'd appreciate another to tease, after Siobhan's unfortunate disappearance; the ebony girl had bowed to his feet with scarce questioning, pushing her muzzle to the earth before him. Or better yet, Flicker might present him with further challenge. The difficult ones often provided the most refreshing entertainment.

Without a following word to slip into the air, Aries tipped his lips to the sky and sent a summoning call for @Damien or @Nocturnal, greatly intruiged to discover what they might make of the woman, adorned with the most unique crimson spine.