Hushed Willows Lithium

[table width=80%][tr][td]Camazotz always had a plan for them. They had not been led away from their home, their family, for nothing. There had to be something here, either on the other side of the mountain or hidden in plain sight. K'atik, as always, was kind of sceptical. The mountains were cold and dangerous, and perhaps it wasn't the smartest move to conquer them while being inexperienced and stubborn. Luckily, the Great Black had taken care of this all. A man approached, dressed in silvery fur as a marked ghost. Defensively did the Scythe stand back to protect her daughter if the hunger in the man's eyes was anything Judgement thought it was. Then, he greeted - however softly.

Greetings. Said the lioness, loud and clear but without a hint of emotion. She did not know what language the man spoke, nor what he had said, but perhaps he understood English. English? She asked with a squint, tail brushing her legs in a form of slight respect. Perhaps the marked ghost lived here, with his own wolves, and that was why Camazotz had led them here. So far, the Great Bat had been anything but talkative.[/td][/tr][/table]