Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

the stranger adopts the same stance her mother does - did - when hunting prey, and automatically does she soften her steps, becoming little more than a shadow alongside the woman. she slows, following at the woman's haunch, though her expression twists into the same deadpan stare she'd often give her sister when Vanity calls back to her. bitch. she thinks, though when the woman stops, so does she. she's half tempted to ruin the hunt, motivated by spite, but doesn't shift; perhaps revenge ought to be saved for another time.