One-Man Raid

Deluge was a few bottles deep herself as she strolled down the centre of the Ravine. The distant green bobbing of a heart shaped marking in the distance caught her eye and she cackled like a hyena when the giant man lifted his leg to unwittingly piss against the base of the tree her mother had built her treehouse in. "Yer like tha' thing attached or what?" She called out in greeting, accompanied by the characteristic clinking of bottles slung over her hip. Sure they were meant to be on high alert or whatever, but Deluge hardly saw the need to race in fangs bared in the first instance. It was difficult to make out under the cover of the trees, in the cover of the night, but to her newly blueing eyes, it almost looked like the guy held similar purplish hues to her mother. For all she knew, he could be family.