As she leans against the trees, the girl takes in the sheer size and space they occupied. The mile high woods were, well, mile high. The trees seemed to trellis together at the top, their branches meeting and splitting... like a ladder? This is the place where dad had learned how to build tree houses, and this is why she lives in one now. Weird. Like coming full circle, in a way. The girl leans back, catches her breath, sets about licking the blood from her paws.
"Mercy. Who're you?" Her gaze flickers back to the purple boy, getting a good look at him now that the threat is well neutralized. Purples and blues, darker colors under all the bear blood. A little older, more grown into his long limbs, but still with the puppy softness to him. Finally climbing to her feet, she begins to assess the carcass. How was she going to get that jaw off to bring home?
