Haunted Wood ¿Cómo No?

She was making her way to the borders to see if she could make the herd swing it's course through the woods, or if they were already on track just observe. It was easy enough. A routine check on her prey, when she caught sight of Serem patrolling. 
Things weren't good between them and Vanity didn't understand why really. She said the same shit and it seemed to brush her fur the wrong way the other day.

She approached the Consort, tail casual and swaying.
"Better mood or no?" If she was in a better mood, then perhaps they could amend their fractures. They needed to be a team, she needed followers. Vanity offered her a smile, standing just far enough back.