Deepwood Weald penny for my thoughts, I deserve a dime

A figure materialised before her out of the darkness, the shock of white that enveloped her skull demanding Lyra's attention. The girl paused mid-step and straightened with her ears thrust forward, immediately curious of the stranger. She had odd marks upon her face, deliberate spots that fanned from her glowing yellow eyes, different from the chaotic mess of freckles that adorned her sister's and father's muzzles. How odd. She was somewhat reminded of an opossum.

"Hello," she answered stiffly, noting the polite side step. Normally, she would have taken her leave here, seeing no point in further conversation with the stranger (besides, she had much more fun when said stranger was a handsome man), but this time was different. She was on a hunt. Lyra regarded the other with a tilt of head before adding, "have you seen a boy around here? Large and grey, green eyes?" Probably biting some unfortunate creature.