Phantom Hollow They said it changes when the sun goes down

For days he'd scouted the land, believing that he'd found the perfect place to settle down on for as long as it took him to get what he wanted from the Teekon Wilds. Surrounded by razor-sharp ranges, the vale was a lush paradise, a fortress of sorts, but Bane often felt the need to breach out from it's enclosure and see the open fields to which he was accustomed.

This time the journey was too long for the child to come with, and although @Eros had become a protegee of sorts for Bane he was no babysitter and the child needed to learn how to take care of himself. The wraith had made sure to let Eros know that he wouldn't be gone for too long, and after explaining to the rest of the gang that he was going out on a scout mission he set out to map the area around Blackfeather Woods for the third time that week.

Across the golden plains there was a forest. Worn by their age, the trees were but memories of the life that perhaps there once existed. Now, only skeletons remained, and the silence was deafening. Bane trekked through the fog measuring the land's potential as strategic post to keep an eye on the Brotherhood. He moved with silent steps, but it felt as though his very fur moving in the wind was an insult to the forest's tomb.

His sway is measured, every inch of his body in tune with his command. There was no step in which his paws breached the silence of the land and in return, the forest backed him up with coverage. He trails through the mist in tandem with his heartbeat, slow, steady steps across the dead valley. And somewhere half way across his trek Bane came across her. She was not phased by his presence, and with a purr she caught his cold eyes' attention, like sharp daggers they turned her emerald own, piercing through as his lips curve up in half a sly smile. Bane wasn't expecting to come across anyone at all, but this he wouldn't complain about.

Something tells me you're not from around here... he says while slowly closing the distance between them. He speaks with a deep voice, but a ring to it betrays his intentions. Bane was a charismatic creature whenever it was of use to him.

She speaks, and her voice rings at a frequency that sends a tingle down Bane's loins. He follows her movements with eager eyes, and his hackles raise, not out of fear or in an aggressive way, but as a reflect to easiness with which the female catches him with little more than a few words. Bane is intrigued, blank of mind as he observes every single swing that make her moves. She's already playing with him, and she's a better player than Bane could ever hope to become.

Nah babe, you're ways up north, he speaks, and his deep baritones rumble his chest like a long purr. People come up here looking for trouble... They usually find it, he teases, and his body shifts it's weight in the same direction in which the female moves.

No matter how far she walks, Bane follows her steps closely. His pearly teeth never cease to flash through a sly smile, an his chest, pointed right at her puffs out as though he were a peacock flaunting it's assets. Mmm... he echoes, dropping a few octaves as he follows. Looks like you wanna get some of it, he adds, thinking to himself how hot and irresistible that last line had been (it wasn't) while he breaks his line to break the female's personal space.