After a couple of yards into the forest, Eloise would find her way into a clearing where trees circled around a patch of grass. Illuminated only by morning light's glow. Distant chatter that lignered from the festival nearby told the knight that she had not tread too far, and it releif flooded her chest and she breathed in the warm air. A satisfied smile forming on her features. Ahhhh…, now this is much better! The forest fae exclaimed, stretching her forelimbs out breifly before straightening back up to face him. He smelled like the handful of the wolves within giant's throne she'd only seen in passing, so not completely a stranger. Though her focus was more on what they'd approached her about in the first place.


Well of course that wasn't the intention. I'd kick yer furry arse if ye tried it! Eloise quipped with a mischevious grin, raising her brows in amusment. She merely jested, though — well, half-jested. An exasperated sigh came soon after, turning away to pace the clearing. You'd have to forgive me, though. It's so god-damned loud over there I was practically reading yer lips.


Turning back to him, she'd approach once more. A freindly wave of her tail above her haunches.

I am Eloise, Creachadóir amongst Ravorn's mercenaries. What about you?