Barrow Fields high octane

Fennec sniffed at the rabbit while Haunt, doubtless, thought on the future. It was a good sized catch. Nice, she responded, testing the weight and setting it down. She'd have offered to share, and almost did, but stopped. If the girl was willing to release the whole thing, that meant she could take it back and give Alyx a part.

It's just what the signs tell me, she replied, as if it were the simplest and most obvious thing in the world. At some point, Fennec supposed, she should find a source behind the signs. Some kind of dark entity, no doubt, that she'd sold her soul to for the power. Now that'd make a cool rumor for her witch origin. Some tradgedy, perhaps, drove her to it? She'd workshop it.

I just listen. And feel, and.... sense. But she'd get the idea.