[ Her interest in what he has to say is a dull raising of an eyebrow, and then she sniffs at him, inhaling deeply. She memorizes him, his subtle magic and the vaguest inkling of an upturned cemetery. She licks something from between her teeth and rises from where she lounged. Her height becomes more obvious then. She and her three males are the largest, alike to a man Adina Morrison had chosen to be her stud and bested in combat for the right. They are built like warriors, the four of them. The other hyenas are slivers of moonlight in comparison, starved out by the elders to establish control. ]
I am Dinah. [ She has a deep voice for a female. She shakes her wet hair with a jerk of her head, flinging water from the ends of tangled hair. She approaches him slightly too close, peering into his face. ] And what do you claim to be.
[ She does not ask him who he is, she doesn't care what his name is. If he is here, Haran has allowed it, and that is all for now. ]
no subject
I am Dinah. [ She has a deep voice for a female. She shakes her wet hair with a jerk of her head, flinging water from the ends of tangled hair. She approaches him slightly too close, peering into his face. ] And what do you claim to be.
[ She does not ask him who he is, she doesn't care what his name is. If he is here, Haran has allowed it, and that is all for now. ]