Hushed Willows Lithium

The sun set on their new home, the towering mountains bringing nightfall earlier as the sun slipped beneath the western spires. He waits before he goes out to explore the slopes of the valley below. He waited first for @Mazatl to sleep, his head resting on the slender body of the boy, feeling the flank slowly lapse into a gentle rhythm before the strigoi rises. Athan is silent as he can be, though the stones rolling down the slope as he lightly brushed them. Their percussive clatter annoys him; he must figure out how to stalk down the mountain silently soon.

He reaches the valley after a long and careful treprediation down the slope, his interest first going to the willow forest. It presented a welcome opportunity for an invading force to hide from their sight, unless they positioned a sentry overhead. He stalks through the forest, eyes scanning through the dancing tendrils for any signs of movements.

For the moment, there is nothing but the light glow of the dancing fireflies, but Athan is not lulled into security by their peaceful presence. Especially not now, when there is a canid scent in the air. His head tilts up, breathing in the air before the feminine scent hits him. Athan is quick to follow, hunger suddenly hitting him like a tidal wave as he approaches the dark figure in the distance. Doamnă, He murmurs politely to her, his eyes beginning to burn with hunger.