Greatwater Lake I'm unstoppable today

Through the glade of fully hung branched oaks, Slade watched the woman with something one could label as interest, though he was more apt to call studious. The mammothian wolf refused to be upsurped by the hidden presence of this broad, and it showed how keen he was to flip the table. He hadn't exactly snuck up on her. He was nowhere near her. The surreptitious embers remained on her sleek form, dissecting her movents, sip by sip she had removed from the lake. The Nightmare King was softly gazing, his view purposefully detached on something ever so near her, but without the direct contact that would connect the hook to the line leading to him. Watching without watching. 'Peripheral watching' to be more technical if giving the blurred vision an actual name, but he didn't care dor all that.
He moreso wondered what his Apprentice was thinking as he too, was taking watch with him in the shade of the shadows.