The distinct sound of beowolfs in the distance roused Parsey to the dangers the forest presented. She also heard the faint sound of one crying it out as it died, and she made a decision. Whatever was over there was fighting a beowolf, and she decided that person would be her partner. She set off at a jog in the direction, and came upon a fox faunus as he killed one of the beowolfs. Parsey made eye contact, then sneered. "Just my luck," She spat, before noticing the last beowolf. Without pausing, she flung out her arm, and ice spears began floating in the air. With a twitch of her hand, the spears embedded themselves in the creatures head and leg joints. She flicked her wrist again, and the icicles shattered in towards where they were stabbed in, showering the animal with tiny needle like icicles, and surely killing it. "I'm Parsey," She said with obvious distaste, "What's yours?" Parsey had the slight urge to add 'mutt' onto the end, but she decided against it. For now pleasantries would be best for accomplishing their goal.