Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

It didn't take long indeed for someone to come find him. To hunt down the specter and talk with a ghost. With an elegant turn, hairs flowing in his motion as his tail softly flowed behind him, multi-coloured eyes landing on the darker woman who already began to speak. Red-stained lips curled toward the skies almost immediately before speaking after her. Was it ever my home to come back to? He was more so of a parasite than anything. 

But I am curious. What has changed since my last visit? He was no stranger to approaching, he glided forward, reaching out with his ears as he thirsted for her words. He had no ill-will on the woman for now, his hunger was satiated after all. What a lucky girl she was, she would have been a fantastic meal - maybe another day.