She was returning from one such hunting trip as it was, having satiated her bloodlust in further pastures before returning to familiar grounds. She had a successful time, even having the luck to find smaller prey to take back. It wasn’t surprising to go complete cycles between bloodlusts without seeing another intelligent life, not when she spent her time traveling over Dygra's familiar lands. Which perhaps is why she was surprised when she sees a new shade of red after cresting the peak to one of many, many, hills. This particular red is only dusty from the arid surroundings, muting the bright copper that says hello as the dry wind picks up, ruffling the hair of the stranger that Kallen has now taken into account. He’s a few lengths away from her position, far enough that it seems he hasn’t noticed her approach just as she was surprised by his.
Although she is quick to pull her hair in front of the small horns on her head, and her tail is tucked beneath the waistband of her pants, she stands there longer than she’d like to say watching the young man from a distance as he sits. Kallan isn’t sure if she should say something or to continue on, but curiosity gets the better of her as it often does.
Her voice is rough from disuse when she calls out across the gap between them, her free hand moving to rest on the dagger she keeps sheathed at her hip with narrowed eyes. She had yet to have someone cross her path with the Climb that was particularly friendly.
“Who are you?”
