The phrasing she used was curious, and D wasn't certain if it said more about her perspective, or the world they shared. He had no desire to be viewed as 'tasty' by any standard, and also wished more of the locals had less appeal as a potential meal for him. D's body was still the same as he remembered, and yet not quite. It was hard to say if it was the subtle differences or the transformation itself that had worn thin his so carefully practiced self control.

"Not this place, but my footprints are on the path ahead of us." There was less cobblestone and more dirt and mud ahead, the winding path had only just now revealed a section muddy enough to have clear footprints. Something that wouldn't have even needed his skills at tracking to determine.

That was enough to have D pause, and after staring hard at the foot prints, turn to face the woman beside him. "Have you been inside a mental ability like this before?" She didn't smell of fear, but had the air of someone who knew to be cautious in the face of the unknown.