Nightshade nodded. "About as clean as they come." After taking a moment to double check their gear, she headed down the game trail.
Raven followed close to her side. "Anything I should know before I shoot? Is the skull so thick I've gotta aim for the eye or something?"
Nightshade laughed. "The only thing you need to know is 'Don't miss.' Those are dragon-forged silver bolt tips. Punch through steel armor like it's made of paper."
Nightshade nodded, and the two walked in silence for a few minutes. Eventually she decided to bring up something she'd been thinking about lately. "So, I've been thinking about changing my mane. Lose the streaks, maybe grow it out a bit. What do you think?"
Nightshade looked the last two posts, realized that she hadn't misspoken, and came to the conclusion that Raven had misheard her. "No, my mane. The dark blue thing attached to my head."
"The night of your concert, actually. I was thinking about how weird headbanging looks with a short mane."
"Right. Sorry. It... uh... well, it works for you." Nightshade was finding it difficult to speak with her hoof jammed so firmly into her mouth. "I was thinking maybe down to my shoulder. Maybe even a little longer."
Nightshade grinned. "Why don't you tell me? Use those long pretty ears of yours and listen for the stream."
"Well, alright then." She smirked. "About half way, I think. Oh, and careful there's a... is that a badger? Neat."
"You're a natural at this. You know that, right?" She sidestepped the badger and continued on. "Seriously, if this whole 'rich and famous rock star' thing doesn't work out, you ought to look into the Academy."
"I think I'd prefer the rocker thing. Honestly, ears this sensitive, I'm surprised they haven't exploded yet."
"I've heard other Bats complain about that, too. What about your eyes? Ever have the hypersensitivity to light issue?"
