Iris had been watching Franz for far longer than she had known, following her from the safety and protection of the trees, watching her walk, watching and noting her facial expression as she did so. Finally, the woman made herself known, heading down onto the road, her back hunched as always. She dressed as she always did, with her wolf pelt, the head of the white wolf covering part of her face like a hood, the rest of her body covered in various furs, long fingerless wool grey-white gloves, and tall knee length fur boots that went over warm wool pants. She had not hunted today, so the blood on her body was not fresh, but it was always there since she did not bother to clean it off. "You girl who buy pelts yes?"