[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Celest]

He settles easy enough, although she has no doubt he would take her bait again if she offered it to him. Only moments ago he was growling threats from the false safety of three steps away, and she doesn't truly believe he is the picture of cool diplomacy quite yet. 

But instead of the closing quip she had been expecting, he says something that does surprise her. Murders were a dime a dozen in these woods, but still, the term was an unusual one to hear. 

Even she, unassuming as she was, had killed another of their kind. But was it really murder if he didn't stay dead? She's tempted ask, but she figures the stranger will see it as some kind of veiled threat and it would ruin their fragile truce. 

He moves and she mirrors him, keeping the same amount of space between them as she circles right. Her own skills were just as useful regardless of the space between them, but he was still a mystery.  She didn't feel like birthing any whelps. Ever. And from her limited experience that was really the only reason stallions closed in on mares they weren't too fond of. 

"No," she answers with none of the mock honesty she had fostered a few minutes ago, cooperating for some unknown reason. "But she wouldn't be hard to find if that's really why you're here. Howl and she'll come running... likes to put her nose in stuff and has an eye for pretty things."

I'm not a girl,
I'm a storm with skin