meow meow imma cow

A long swath of moorland stretched out before Star. The spring thaw seemed to make the mists over the moors a little thicker and she quite liked that. Easier to conceal her svelte frame should she so wish it. Right now though, Star didn't mind being seen. She was investigating, after all.

Delicate paws carried the woman out into the heart of the moor. She sniffed this and that, testing scents of those that came and went. The path of least resistance, Star had chosen to follow a game trail. As she smelled the scent of rabbit and pheasant, her stomach growled loudly. A frown tugged down the corners of the fae's maw and she silently willed her stomach to shut the fuck up.

Up ahead, Dundee growled, his grating snarl cutting through the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. He was warning her. Star moved up beside the little devil, blue eyes looking out over the landscape to land upon a darkly colored brute who lazily chewed on a bone. Mmm... did she want to be social or did she want to fade back into the mist? Choices choices.

"Starchild Dunamis"