Blackfeather Woods Witch Species

The girl looked around for something else, and Azazel wondered what was going through her mind. It seemed a stone was the last ingredient, and for a moment, the old bat watched with interest what part it would play in the procedure. Azazel fluttered to a lower branch, allowing him to have a better view, but distant enough to not interrupt.

Kendra was an intuitive girl, and often she figured out things on her own that other pups would need to be taught. With his head awkwardly twisted to a side, the Azazel watched Kendra draw blood from herself. Although it had been an interesting turn of events, dripping blood with no purpose was something the old mage would not stand by to watch.

Azazel flew down and fluttered in circles around Kendra. He screeched encouragingly, making sure he caught the girl's attention good and then flew towards the spiderlings' den's entrance as if telling the girl to follow him. Perhaps it was time she knew about the priestess' herbstore and it's contents.