Today, she seeks what little supplies she can eke out. The Howff has a manner of attracting chaos, and when she smells blood on the tracks, she supposes she shouldn't be surprised. She follows the bloody footprints to their natural end: a wolf she doesn't recognize. Instinct says to strike fast and hard, but that contradicts the point of the Howff, doesn't it? The Howff welcomes people, and Mir supposes more people to know of her miracle work wouldn't hurt.
"It's a sign," she says, keeping her posture neutral. "I have heard such things are common in lands beyond our dream."
girls like us are rotten to the core