Results of Hard Work

My, they were all big here. Pitch didn't have to wait for long until a giant of a man was coming in her direction. As he neared, she smelled the same scent on his coat as on Basilisks. Not only were they of the same pack, but they seemed to be related. He neared and greeted her. The dark fae rose to her paws and dipped her crown towards the brute. She then canted her head towards the dead pig nearby. "Your young one, Basilisk," she motioned towards the far off willows, "We hunted together in the willows. I don't need more than a haunch, so I figured you and your pack might want the rest rather than have it go to waste."

With her reason for being here spoken, the dark fae took a moment to look at the large man. He was handsome, rugged looking. She appreciated the marks on his face and the long, saber fangs. They didn't make wolves like him in her homeland. Once her visual inspection was finished, the woman brought her gold and pumpkin gaze up to meet vibrant blue. "My name is Pitch. You've a fine boy in Basilisk," she complimented.

"Pitch"