If Walls Could Speak

A squint all too familiar with a young Fia met the man as he threw out some choice words about the interaction they had. Fia with the roll of her eyes and still a bit sarcastic, "I meant your name, dickhead." If she had to be so down to the point... he made her pass her insecurity and just right out ask. Not so hard once it was done.

She rose to her paws, giving herself a cat-like stretch and looking back to the deer sitting in a pool of it's blood. "You can have the deer. I didn't feel like dragging it back home anyways." A bit of a scoff before she looked back to the russet brute, another soft paw in his direction as she wasn't so quick to flee the scene. "And to think I was going to put in a nice little word for you back home." She teased him, though the opportunity to mention she was with a member of the Syndicate would have been very slim. And with Avacyn no longer the Matriarch, she would probably keep it to herself.

"Fiametta"