Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

he was surprised when the other stopped him, but cupped his ears forward to catch the syllables of the other's name. "pantaleimon," the druid murmured, running the odd but pleasing sound over his tongue. "i am lasher, also called taltos. i will answer to either name." he met the troubled eyes of the pallid creature, and his heart softened further. "there is a warren of rabbits not far from where we now stand," he revealed gently. "perhaps you could aid me in a hunt? you are some distance from the caldera; a meal will make your trek back more energetic."

in silence he gave a single sway of his plume, awaiting the other's response, his stance inviting pan to speak, and relaxed to imply he was in no hurry to leave the other among the berry-bushes.