batteries run dry

Henbane was the girls name. And she wore a quirky, sinew covered smile as she stared down at Nimue. Shifting her weight, she felt scrutinized beneath her stare- it was obvious the girl was analyzing her, though the expression on her face was appreciative. Weird. Moving towards the water, she mimicked Bane’s desire to rinse some of the gore off. Noting she’d taken a few punches in the battle, but nothing serious- a tear on her shoulder, another on her ear. But it would heal soon enough, she assumed.

Generational curse, good for stabbing shit. Now that earned a smirk from Nimue. Deciding to take a good, long drink before answering her question. She finally turned her gaze back to Bane, clearing the water from her whiskers. “Nothing crazy- just wanted some of their kill, was all.” A shrug of her shoulders, a nonchalant expression on her face. Predators were so damn stingy with their food, just like packs and alphas with their land.

”Speech”