Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

Although Haunter offered little expression upon his inky face, the gentle wag of his banner was enough to interpret his interest. Again, it made Tuwawi recount her time spent with Siku's wolves in Tartok... there had been little need for a verbal words as well, and it spurred her to become perceptive of other's body language, fluent in time. She was a creature born between two worlds, although she felt better seated in the plains than the mountains.

Tuwawi moved at Haunter's side, her brisk trot keeping in time with the man's longer strides. He move like his name suggested, ebbing as if he was just a shadow beneath the pines. The ember casually buffered against his coal-coated shoulder when their direction changed, warming up to the new recruit. His tact and intuition were appreciated. 'Have you been with the Creek long?' the shade queried in his baritone voice. "Not long. A few weeks, maybe," she started as he silver eyes lifted into the corners to try and remember. Time always went by so fast. "I moved here when Neverwinter Forest disbanded, and found my mate Njal," she explained, face softening at the mention of her husband. "We had been seperated a long time."

Slowly, the musk of deer began to grow, and Tuwawi's pace became careful as she tested the wind to consider if they needed to change their position.