Slowly, she shuffled forward another foot or so, feigning her interest with a craned neck and cupped ears. Her expression speaks the question for her - what is this woman doing in the flowers and grass? They are awfully bland, she thinks, a colour she does not quite appreciate as the darkest maroon. Still, she retained her pleasantries, meeting the girl's pale blue eyes with the sick yellow of her own as she speaks. Yes, difficult to remember. Would they be the last thing she remembered?

"Oh, yes."

She paused, nodding slowly and taking another cautious step forward, looking to the direction in which she had been initially headed with squinted eyes.

"Yes, indeed, I am hunting."

Perhaps she did not always lie, though her expression continued to do so. She was close now, so close and yet perhaps not close enough. She knew she could clear the distance fast enough but... she wanted the flesh to be tender, supple rather than taut from stress. It's what made the difference when enjoying the finer delicacies that nature had to offer.

"Do you think the world is beautiful enough to die for?"

She smiled broadly, her skin itching to feel her muscles bunch and coil beneath. But for now, she merely smiled down on the woman, as beautiful as ever as she waited.