Blackfeather Woods Traumatized

Of course, El was at the altar. Here, she had her coyote teeth out, and seemed to be looking at them as if reading messages. 
Granted she wasn't well-practiced anymore with it, she would get there again.

As she looked at how the current teeth lie on the flat surface, Eldritch hmmed softly to herself.
From what she saw, there was good news coming, unexpected surprise, or both. 

First, the disembodied murmurs fluttered around her.

And then...
Hearing footfalls approaching, Eldritch calmly turned her head to see Rowan, and a welcome smile made itself across her face. 
"Rowan, what can I do for you?" She purled, turning back to her bones to begin pulling them back onto the rabbit pelt.