Nothing seems to happen. Nothing interesting here. She grits her teeth, grinds her axe into the tile floor of her cell with nothing better to do. She does so almost 24/7.

Her containment chamber has mere necessities--more than enough for her. Bed, a spot in the corner where she's haphazardly thrown her sharpening stone and a few small gifts she's been given in her time here. A feather, a locket, and a clip of fur off of that damned wolf's coat.

She's covered completely. Her signature red hood covers her head and drapes over her shoulders, worn and torn by the years of bloody work. Black, loose clothes are accompanied by similarly colored bandages. Hefty boots have been long stained with blood. Above her mask adorning teeth, a single yellow eye pops out of the shadows of her face to glare at her newest visitor.

"Hey! Finally, one of you bastards showed up. What's it today?" she exclaimed, pushing herself off of the wall to tower over them, probably grinning under the mask. "Gonna let me practice my handiwork?"