Crawling up from the hole in the ground Eris smirks, she'd made good time. Even if this wasn't the sort of fun she wanted to be having on her hands and knees.

Ground litter dug into her hands, and she was sure her jeans would never get Briar Wolf shit out of them, but she'd made good time.

Rolling her shoulders after straightening her hunched form. Eris snorts as she looks around. She called this Hollow a shit hole in the wall for a reason.

Their stash was miles off, but even from here the Dragoness could hear the commotion Cana's text blast had caused. At least they were fighting over their shit, and not fighting them.

Quickly the shelves are looked over and pawed through. Anything worth anything goes into one bag. The shit she didn't care about went into the other. Dead drops and decoys. It was strange to think this paranoid state of mind wasn't strange anymore. The years she'd spent in the Charred Meat and Bone Forest had adequately her for the mine field that was San Fran. What was strange, was that the Fae-lands of predator and prey was easier to deal with then local politics.

One last sweep, and Eris lets her eyes rest on the small was well tended garden.

Eris didn't have room for the fruits.

Bags drop to the dirt floor.

Talons reach for an apple sized, navy and silver swirled fruit. Fangs tear into the flesh, juice hits her chin, but the dragoness payed no mind, she's already shuddering in pleasure as the meat touches her tongue.

Pure. Undiluted. Fatalism.

Within moments the whole things eaten, void black talons reach for another.

...it would be a shame to let them go to waste.