We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]

Carmine ears twitch atop her skull as a summoning howl breaks the silence that surrounds her. The voice is oddly familiar so it only takes a few moments for her to place it; it was the man who had approached her in the soulless forest a few days prior. So, he was attempting to become a king hm? It surprised her really, he was so plainly basic that she would have never guessed he desired a crown. Shame on her for judging a book by its cover. Rising to her feet she swiftly peruses the mans call, nothing more than curiosity fueling her movements. She wonders what kind of crowd this man will draw, and there's only one way to find out.

With stealth on her side she approaches the crowd silently, and keeps herself upwind as she does not want to draw any attention to herself. Once she is within seeing distance she sinks into some brush to conceal her tiny frame from any wandering eyes. She's not here to converse in conversation or join his petty pack. She only wished to see what would come from his call. Perhaps another loner would show up and challenge him for the metaphorical crown. The crimson babe greatly enjoyed shows of bloodshed. Ruby eyes encased in long black lashes bounce from face to face. They were all females besides the summoner. What was this? Some type of polygamy scandal?