Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

"duh." she retorts, moving to pick up the bird. irritation replaces guilt, and in an attempt to evade the looming thoughts, she focuses on following the woman, the way to the cache. when Vanity uncovers it - she's never seen a cache quite like this one, before - she tosses the bird in lightly, listening for the soft thump of its body. its a waste, perhaps, that fresh meat, but she isn't hungry anymore. with a muttered, "bye," and a final glance at the woman, she turns heel and vanishes back into the wood, hoping to find her way back to her glade.