[There is a long silence on her end almost as if she's suddenly gone, before the ground rumbles, and she appears from below it, often a blur of white and black for those that dared to venture too close. This time she is still, towering over him, and her disembodied voice floats from nowhere again.]
And yet it is a very contrary thing to say. Hunters exist to slay. To kill what humans fear. [The child she lost on these grounds learned as much.]