Laughing till they die

The other fae stated she was fine beyond a few scratches. Em nodded her head, glad to hear that news. Now without the threat of imminent biting, she could see the wolf for who she was. Her fur was simple, yet refined in its simplicity, and her cyan eyes reminded her of the clear waters of a tropical ocean. She was gorgeous and a decent fighter to boot. Emersyn could respect the power—amongst other things. As she had suspected, the burly woman explained that this was far from her first tussle and that she had grown up in the heat of combat. Em's duo-toned eyes widened with recognition; the two of them shared a commonality in their pasts, it seemed.

"Well, that explains the fighting prowess," she remarked with a low chuckle of her own. She idly watched the other fae examine the remains of some prey animal carcass. No doubt that was what the spotted scavengers had been after. Hopefully Acantha had gotten her fill from it before they showed up. "Emersyn, and the feeling's mutual," she introduced herself in return, giving Acantha a half-cocked smirk. "I was a pit fighter. Or gladiator, some wolves call it different things. Same deal though, fought for bloodsport since I was very young." Neither fae seemed to want to divulge more than was necessary, so Em let that topic die there.

She looked back at the ravaged deer carcass again, then back to Acantha with a curious look. "Sorry about your breakfast. Need any help catching another, or are you just heading out now?" The other woman didn't smell like a pack wolf, so if she needed help getting a meal, Em was more than happy to help.

"Emersyn"