Sleepy Fox Hollow As the crow flies.

Naturally, the quicksilver Mou appeared to be skeptical of her. She didn't miss the wariness in his eyes as he watched her, nor the way he slunk further from her. The Pionier maintained her distance, but followed after him, keen on a little bit of fun at his expense. Fun was always at someone's expense, wasn't it? Her idea of it was, anyway.

Y'know, she said, a little disbelievingly. Didn't he know what a vampire was? 'I vant to drink your bloooood, gnar gnar gnar.' She chomped her teeth together a few times for good measure, then fixed him with a quizzical smirk. Y'really seem like the kind of guy who skulks around in the shadows. Vampires melt in the sun, you know. It makes you a bit suspicious.

Or was that witches? She couldn't remember and didn't care. Lemme see your fangs, she goaded, dipping her head to search his lips for signs of long, thin ivories for blood sucking purposes.