Porcupine Ridge teasing the blind

"I seek you, Vagabond – I want to play." Soprano echoed through arrange of caves, so her call came to him as a whisper and vibration. Eyebrows lifted in surprise and heavy tail shifted to his other side with a thump.

Seems your anonymity is ending, Jac. Thoughts echoed in his head. Onyx ears flicked backwards in amusement as he took his stand. Rarely was he summoned for one of his actual 'purposes'. Through a narrow tunnel, he traversed the grounds. Bone dust lined his nostrils. Old blood tingled across his taste-buds. The woman's scent was cinder-ash and hibiscus; deepening the greeter smile on his maw. Jackal paused at yawning entrance. Nostrils flared. 

"What game do you have in mind, Child?"