get ahead of myself

The Klein woman strolled forward with or without the stranger, her ears tilted back to listen to her as she replied. Her little scouting mission would receive a second participant, the corners of her lips tugged back in a soft smile. ”This is true,” she answered softly as her paws carried her over the soft sand. She looked back over her shoulder, her white ear gleaming in the sunlight. ”Does my opinion matter?” she asked curiously in a non answer as she continued forward, eyes flashing as she continued her scouting regardless of where the other woman might end up.

There was a chance she could be a threat to the young Banshee, but Belle almost encouraged some kind of conflict. Real emergency, and real danger were excellent teachers. ”But no, right here is fine. I can use a little adult conversation.” She loved her niece dearly, but she was relaxing today, and maybe talking to someone completely removed from her life might give her a little introspection. ”My name is Deathbelle, Belle if you’d like.” Her magenta gaze returned to the forest as well as the water. ”Your name?”