Blackfeather Woods Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

Sapphire eyes curiously averted their gaze toward an approaching figure, Van's cold stare observing the female's ivory and ashen colored form, though the white and silver brute couldn't help but notice the fear within the woman's posture. Vandal watched her for the moment, curiosity gripping him as to what had her so spooked. Frowning some, the young male soon returned his attention back to the much darker male before him, the Tyro remaining silent as he listened to the males voice, his words directed at the woman, encouraging her not to be afraid. Slowly, Van looked back to the she-wolf, pink tongue escaping his mouth as he licked his lips, eyes looking back to the night hued male as he introduced himself as Miraak.

Giving his head a small bow to the others, Van spoke, simply offering his name to them, ”I'm Vandal.” He gave a small smile, cold blue eyes gradually peering to each of them as he then looked to the woman once more, quietly waiting for someone else to break the silence.