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Caoimhe sniffed along, having not heard or smelled Caiaphas yet, nevermind see her as the woman was behind her. Would she find any sign of the species she sought to find? Her nose dragged against the snow and then she went rigid as she thought she heard something, but Caoimhe was quick to discover the sound had been snow falling to the earth from an area it was once heavily concentrated in. Well, she had plenty more forest to cover, and she would. Perhaps she would revisit the tree, pray for guidance, and think on her fellow druid. She had not heard the omniscient voice since being brought into the fold, but she could still feel Their presence and the note of Their approval that she remained. 

She turned and then saw the strangest thing, and she wondered if it were a wraithlike thing of legend. She sorted through all of the names she knew, but nothing could be likened to the strange one before her. It clung to the wood like a bulbous protrusion, and Caoimhe discerned the sharpness of her features from here. Caoimhe was the strangest mixture herself, lingering in the in-between of youth. There were other remarkable qualities about the stranger, but her fear blotted near everything out. She could not yet make out the narrow shoulders of the other clinging to the tree, and so did not see that this would be the one known as Bleckface, because to Caoimhe who only could see the bust, well, the other was all black. What looked to her like narrowed eyes shook the sensitive youth, who thought it might be disapproval, and Caoimhe swiftly averted her gaze from the body altogether as though this might make it disappear.