Results of Hard Work

The big brute commented on her kindness, mentioning that Basilisk was already back. The ebony fae chuckled softly. "I believe it. Such a large child," she commented in turn. Just like the man before her, pups weren't as big where she came from. If she was any indication, the wolves of her land were long and slender rather than big, bulky giants.

Sirius was the man's name and Pitch accepted the information with a gentle nod. He then surprised her a bit by inviting her, an obvious loner, into his territory for the night. The woman almost turned him down. She was more than capable on her own, but then he mentioned tea. "Hmm," she hummed, giving her crown a little tilt, "I believe I'd like that. Thank you." With the invitation accepted, the gilded fae turned, grabbed the dead pig, and stepped over the border into the territory.

"Pitch"