Sun Mote Copse It's going down, fade to Blackstreet

arunik'ra watched the male as he threw himself down as if a supplicant - her brow arched slightly and her lips pursed in stern thought. she had her misgivings, and the male's charade grew more ridiculous by the second.

it seemed ragna too had misgivings, though hers of a different origin. arunik'ra cast her packmate a sly glance, and if ragna happened to look her way, she might catch the tail end of a subtle wink.

"very well, the spirits wish it." she said dismissively with a flick of her tail. "come, for it is the prophecy." arunik'ra whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide with false excitement as she hoped to lure the male into their coven.