How It Always Goes

Rœkia's toes would kneed the earth beneath her in a slow, cat-like manner as she watched the youth before her. She would need to know more before deciding just what she wanted to do with this wee runaway though she was also wary of the girls scent for while it marked her a loner there was still the residue of a pack scent… a particularly dangerous pack scent. Rœkia had been to the north, she had seen the great trees of Yfir. A pack that was not to be trifled with.

The woman would bust out laughing as the girl spoke. "My, my you are a cheeky little thing. I can help you in all kind of ways my darling. For example… I could teach you manners." She grinned sweetly, lips pulling back enough to show her fangs, the tone both joking and threatening. "As for what I am doing…." she was tempted to reply with none-of-your-business but the girl was a bold little monster after her own heart and so she felt compelled to be honest, well mostly. Curious, in part, for the girls reaction. "I'm hunting poisons to give to naughty little girls."

"Speech"