"This cave, this forest is all I have left." Calabell seethed once more. "And those who have tried to take it from me met their end at my hand. They deserved nothing less. It wasn't their place."
Calabell paused here, but turned her head slightly towards Kirl. "But you... you seem to be different than those vermin."
And truth be told it was something that greatly puzzled the bright elf. All her life, she had been taught about the viciousness and inferiority of others, humans in particular. No respect for what wasn't theirs. Of course living on another plane of existence Calabell had been fortunate enough not to meet too many of them in the Aether. There had only been a couple if she recalled correctly, and they were just like what she had been told about. Cruel, worthless scumbags who cared nothing for her home or her kind in general. Although to be fair, Calabell's people were no less prejudiced to them. One of them had been killed, head severed from his body for trespassing without their consent, while the other had managed to escape. Her people had never found where that one went. As long as it didn't come back, Calabell could care less about what became of the creature.
Being dumped here in the mortal world had been a complete shock to her and for many months she had completely flipped, killing many no matter who they were. Age, gender, race or species, to her it didn't matter. Calabell had been utterly furious and took her rage out on all she saw. Whether or not there was a bounty on her head she didn't know nor did she care. As long as they didn't show their face here, she would be happy enough. After some time had passed she had calmed down and managed to find her current home. After that, the story was more or less straightforward from there on out.
Hearing the other's words, the elf considered this carefully. She still did not trust Kirl or her hyena to come into her dwelling but there was the hint that she was starting to warm up to the idea. But perhaps, there could be something they could do for each other. But at this time, she had no idea what that could be. Sharing a similar history though, it was interesting.
Turning around fully, Calabell looked down at Oax curled against her leg, the barest hint of a smile showing, although it seemed more like a grimace. "Do hyenas usually act like that?" Motioning her head to the animal in question.