Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Moira didn't bother to look back, hoping that the other was not following. She wanted to steer clear of all but fate had other plans. She wanted to avoid, but hearing them grunt proved that there was no escaping them. Sighing at the ground, she lifted her gaze. Appearing to be rather disinterested she simply stared.

"What do you want, following a woman so quietly?" she asked. Then sneered a bit. "Wouldn't sound too great with the others if they heard."