Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
Over the sound of the water, in the dimness of the cavern, it is difficult to pinpoint the source of the fire - that is, until a voice lilts teasingly through the crashing of the falls. Aithne turns, hackles raised, but by the time she sees the stranger, they've already darted forward to snatch her fresh kill from her jaws. The fyrhund snarls, as much instinct as anything, but tamps down quickly when she sees the stranger's horns and tail. Another Ancient, and clearly one with more experience hunting than Aithne.
The girl shifts. When she's back to her usual form, she dusts off her clothes and bares a fanged grin at the stranger. "Thanks," she said. "For the fire, and the advice. I'm new to hunting, so..." She shrugs, as though shoving aside any lingering bitterness over the loss of her kill. "It's not much, but do you want any of that?" she asked, pointing to the ash ferret. "I'll share."
The girl shifts. When she's back to her usual form, she dusts off her clothes and bares a fanged grin at the stranger. "Thanks," she said. "For the fire, and the advice. I'm new to hunting, so..." She shrugs, as though shoving aside any lingering bitterness over the loss of her kill. "It's not much, but do you want any of that?" she asked, pointing to the ash ferret. "I'll share."
Touch me and you'll never be alone
