To Seek The Pale Enchanted Gold

In between little bits of soft song, Pitch happened to hear the faint scratch of claws on stone coming from behind her. The woman turned her head slightly to the left, the edge of one golden eye scanning the area aft of her position. The lighter coloring of the wolf made them easy to see. Much easier than seeing Pitch, anyway. That was why she had turned the obsidian side of her face to look. The gold would have given her up just like that. No doubt Pitch looked like just another shadow from behind.

After observing the wolf for a moment, the dark lady shifted, turning her body just enough that the shimmering moonlight reflected off of the gold markings that spattered her ribs and face. She willingly gave up her location, not seeing this smaller wolf as a threat. Rising from her place, Pitch took the tail of the eaten fish delicately between her teeth before moving forward and tossing the remainder of her meal back into the little river. She then looked down at herself, making sure that there were no fish scales clinging to her obsidian coat. After a little drink to cleanse her palette, Pitch turned fully and took a step towards the black and white fae. "Hello," she spoke in soft, slightly accented tones.

"Pitch"