#wraith.

nonvb starters | @miistwalkers

The air is subtly different in any realm that is not her own. Instead of sweet rain dripping from high tree canopies, the distant artificial scent of smog and motor oil intermingles with the fog.

The Hunter is cautious when trespassing into another beast’s territory– though she comes bearing gifts of the hunt. A peace offering of sorts. She is curious.

Though Hounds and Bears make unlikely friends.

Hum travels deep from the throat, lower notes of her lullaby. She traverses the realm with care– respect for territory. Weapon is lowered to one hand as she walks, firm grip on its handle should she need it at the ready. But she displays non-hostile approach. Not defenceless, but not dominating in another’s space. After all, the hound could be watching from anywhere–

She smells him. The scent of ash, soot, mud. It’s different from the surroundings. But where? She nigh pauses in her step when she collides with sudden shimmering form.

She rears back, brows furrowed behind concealing mask. Hum draws to a close with a gentle huff passing the lips. 

The elusive Hound, at last. Curiously, freehand reaches a flat palm out to graze what she figures is the arm of the cloaked figure.

She knows how this goes. Territory breached by another beast is not to be taken lightly. She shoulders the sack of smoked meats and treats she’s taken from those she’s Hunted, and offers it to cloaked figure with a tip of the head.