Haunted Wood Way down we go.

she lurks at the edges, watching from where his glances don't travel oft, waiting. taking down the coyote, making it bleed, hurt, felt good. but it's faded, now, and she's consumed again by Vengeance's words. worthless. pathetic. 

she's been here an hour, some semblance of morals keeping her at a tail's length. but the stone she spots near the edge of the pit is far too convenient, and a moment later it is sent hurling towards the man, moving just as quickly as she withdraws.