Celica drags her kill back to the mansion, a large buck with an impressive set of antlers. The cool afternoon air carries the scent of pine and fresh blood as she approaches. She smiles to herself, pleased by her luck, her tail twitching with excitement. She can't wait to get back and eat it, even if she has to share with her husband. As she approaches the manor, she waves at the guard to open the gates, the metal hinges creaking loudly against the stone walls. She drags the buck into her shed where she begins skinning and gutting it, the sound of the knife slicing through fur and flesh echoing in the small space.

Halfway through, she hears the door open and whirls around, knife ready, only to see you enter. The firelight catches her amber eyes, making them glow like molten gold as she scowls and puts the knife down before crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Blood stains her hands up to the wrists, and a few droplets have splattered across her fur vest.

Celica: "What do you want? I'm in the middle of something important." Her tone is sharp, almost hostile, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes - perhaps curiosity or wariness.