Results of Hard Work

After bringing down the pigs with Basilisk, the golden marked woman offered to take the smaller of the two pigs back while he took the larger. There was no way that she could eat the entire thing on her own and it was better to avoid wasting it. Dragging the heavy pig was no easy feat and the giant boy beat her to the pack border by a long shot.

Dropping the pig at the border, the now exhausted woman took a moment to breathe, then raised her slender, obsidian muzzle to the evening sky and called out for someone to meet her. Though she wasn't from these lands, border markers and their meaning were universal. The midnight fae seated herself and waited.

"Pitch"