All good things come to an end

The girl was totally unawares of the ruse she was falling for, hook, line, and sinker. She smiled, she giggled, her tail wagged. Naive little girl... you truly did not know you were caught in the spider's web, did you? The young fae must have not been out on her own for long, that or she simply hadn't met anyone to shatter this sheltered facade of a reality she lived in where every stranger was a friend and there were no dangers dressed in sheep's clothing. Too easy... Too genuine... She introduced herself as Ririka—Ri by preference—and offered him some of her rabbit. Azrael politely declined the food with a shake of his head, letting her enjoy the fruits of her hunt.

"You're very kind, Ri, but I had a large breakfast earlier. Besides, I can't in good conscience take such hospitality with nothing to offer you in return but some random herbs." Patting his satchel at his side, the smell of freshly harvested flowers and plants coming from within. While Ririka ate, Azrael took a moment to inspect her campsite. It was highly functional and minimally fashioned, everything that screamed "roughing it alone". "That's some good skinning work you did there." He pointed to the pristine rabbit pelt hanging to dry. "Are you a hunter by trade?" A simple question designed to pry into why she was out in the woods on her own. Would anyone come looking for her? Would anyone miss her if she disappeared?

"Azrael Saxe"