Haunted Wood I don't want your money

merrick, says the boy, and she commits the face and name easily enough to memory. so far, he stands out from the rest of the lot here, in a good way. this has her wary, somewhat, for she doesn't think it possible that a true good-hearted wolf could serve under Vengeance. 

"anything stupid enough to catch." she supplies, meeting the wink with an empty stare of her own, unsure of it's meaning. she's hungry enough to put aside her suspicion, knowing she's fairly rubbish at hunting alone. in the wood she always had scylla by her side. "any ideas?"