*Noises*

In a dense stand of trees and scattered boulders, there came a series of cries... it sounded like a bunch of coyotes howling and bickering over a kill, with ravens cawing in the background. Something about their sounds were right... but then, there was the scent of blood on the air...

Whisper

The dark fae padded slow, nares twitching constantly, the scent of blood drawing her. Her peaks were erect, catching each sound coyote like bickering. Slowly her bodice seeemd to glide, her limbs keeping silent. If it was not a past kill like she thought, it ould be dangerous. And though a string fae, she wouldn't rush into something she didn't know she could handle.