The moon was fat in the sky as Recluse walked, she was fully decked out in her usual battle regalia... Just in case... Galho flapped overhead and Lilith was coiled around her neck in her usual spot and good luck to anyone who bumped into the pale Alpha in this state, she was not having a great night. She'd been chasing a rabbit when it had raced beyond the boundaries of her land and well past where she normally would have stopped but something in her mind had told her to keep going, to keep chasing. Before it had disappeared, and now hungry, tired and out a meal the woman was prowling through the willows, very much clearly annoyed. Hangry if you will. "Speech"

"Me wantah wore'al ochkane lor'shkane wanochfan." The mossy yearling whispered to her chunky funky friend, Yolwan Wan, who had been resting sluggishly upon her back.  The pair had traveled long and far together as of late.  They were so close to being home, but the night crept up on them faster than Fir would have wanted it to and tired legs forced her to hunker down here until morning.  At least they were somewhere familiar now, though admittedly the unpleasant wolf sulking around nearby wasn't a face she'd personally ever seen before.

"Hey.  I like your... uh... garb."  Fir stated to the woman, creeping out ever so slightly from underneath a willow tree that hadn't been doing so well so that the stranger might see her better.  "I found a cool looking bone earlier.  Do you want it?"

”Speech”  ’Thought’
Fennish Translation: She appears much like restless alligator.

I know we're the crooked kind.

Recluse spun quickly when she heard the stranger's voice, rounding on her for a moment, lips curling and ears pulling back, Lilith lifting her head and flicking her tongue to taste the air. It was a reasonable response as far as Recluse was aware, she was an alpha beyond her own borders and being approached in the dead of night, which by point of fact was the time she was most active but certainly wasn't the most common among many wolves here. But as her gaze landed on the younger woman her hackles lowered, though she didn't adopt a friendly demeanor right away, instead clearly becoming a big suspicious, observing the strange antlered yearling through narrowed eyes. A cool bone? Recluse cocked her head to the side. A few years ago Recluse might have rolled her eyes and thought the young girl was weird but something about the question reminded her of her children. It sounded like something Wendigo would ask her, or maybe the twins. She eyed up the younger wolf for a moment longer before shrugging. "Sure." "Speech"

Fir curled into herself a bit, not wanting to get hurt as the woman went all defensive on her, but returned to her relaxed state once the woman appeared to have calmed down a touch.  The mossy-looking child wondered if she'd spooked the strange lady and felt a little guilty, that wasn't what she'd intended to do.

The fae's eyes lit up in delight as the woman accepted her offer of a cool looking bone.  "Really?!  Okay, hold on lady!"  She grinned, trotting a few trees over and rummaging through a pile of things she'd collected throughout the day.  Fir thought about throwing in her nicest acorn too, but the woman didn't seem the acorn type.  She grabbed what appeared to be perhaps the skull of a skunk and returned to the stranger, placing it before her.  "Ta-dah!  Bone."  the yearling grinned.

”Speech”  ’Thought’
Fennish Translation: n/a

I know we're the crooked kind.

Recluse prided herself on her capabilities, of her mix of wit and strength. She didn't suffer fools and she hardly put much stock in morals and- Yep being a mother had softened her. As the antlered girl bounced away, telling her to wait she found her mouth twitching into a slight smile. Yes, the girl really did remind her of her son. Gods if she wasn't careful she might just try to adopt the girl. Recluse approached once the skull was deposited a bit in front of her. It was... Well, it was a skull, a small animal skull, omnivorous based on its teeth but the exact animal... Well to be honest Recluse really had never really had a strong care for bones, no living things were distinctly more her thing, once something was dead she couldn't really play with it anymore. "It is a very nice bone." Recluse said, her tone already warming into a friendlier tone than she might have otherwise used with a stranger. Fuck she was soft. Her stomach loudly groaned though and she lifted her gaze to look at the girl again. "Care for a meal?" "Speech"