Weeds and Thorns

Rœkia watched the man carefully, not intently, she didn't want to give away her carefully searching gaze. Wolf would flutter back towards her and land on the middle of her back, his head twisting to gaze at the stranger in the jerky, marionette movements of birds. Rœ would continue to grin, head tilting just slightly to the side. "What can I say? I'm a sweetheart, I really am." There was just a hint of mocking in her voice to suggest that she was anything but sweet and kind.

Wanderers don't often get lost.

Her brow would raise slightly as she spoke in a teasing tone. "Uh oh, you're not about to get all philosophical on me are you?" She turned back to rooting through the underbrush the slightly shift in the method of her turn alerting Wolf to keep watch while she continued to work. The various squeezes of his talons would alert her to various courses of action if it were required. "I see, you're rather hard to miss yourself. You have a name?"

She rooted around a further in the underbrush searching for the Fly Agaric mushroom when finally she spotted one. Oh…. so pretty. She took a moment to admire the deadly beauty cloaked in brilliant scarlet with scattered patches of white marking the six-inch cap. It was a near perfect specimen and in this time of the year it was brilliant find. Rœkia hummed to herself lightly as she reached out with her claws, scrapping at the stalk of the mushroom till she freed it. This mushroom was particularly dangerous and not something she cared to put in her mouth. Instead she'd navigate it to the shred of deer hide she was using to carry her wares.

"Speech"