Stacey, Rhine, Jim & OPEN
One of Rhine's brows went up at the mention of the pixies, but she let it go without any comment. The fae could be a strange lot, although her interactios with them had been limited. Honestly, she preferred to keep it that way; there were enough tricky racial politics to worry about already.
Her eyes cut toward Stacey at her comment, a slight flush touching the tops of her cheeks at the fact that she'd brought up Rhine's clear hunger. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing she liked to discuss in... well... mixed company? Although she supposed if anyone understood her hunger pangs, it would be the Wendigo.
"Thank you, I have leftovers of my own," she replied. "How strange... that someone would go to such trouble to leave such a grim scene. Here, of all places, where no one scares easily... and when all the humans are gone." Her head tipped, her own interest still captured. "Like telling a ghost story to a party full of serial killers."