Haunted Wood I don't want your money

she pauses in her destruction, the labour required fast depleting her motivation in securing the spine. the man who appears is far more interesting, she fixes him with a stare as he makes his offer. she thinks on it only a moment before agreeing with an offhand, "okay." stepping away from the carcass, picking her way over the creature's forelimbs, she moves closer to him, hardly trusting him but eager for practice in the hunt. self-sufficiency isn't just her goal, it is becoming very clear that it is a requirement here. "who're you?"