Blackfeather Woods become the beast

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As Kahlil eats his meal it would appear that his peace is not to last. To his surprise, however, it is not Neo that approaches — which Kahlil notes is likely a very good thing. Instead, it is a man that Kahl has never seen before: of dark pelt streaked with grey in his muzzle that gives the young thespian the impression that he is old though there is no way for Kahlil to determine exact age of the stranger. If there is one thing Kahlil cannot help but notice it is that all the adults he has met thus far bear pelage as dark as the night. Nyx, the Dark Master, and now this stranger. At first, Kahlil ignores his presence beyond staring — for he is not so foolish to let his guard down and lower his eyes. He noses through the scraps that are left of his meal, belly full and when he finds what he desires — the largest bone he can find in the small woodland creature’s body — he tears it free of the skeleton and ligaments and pushes his scraps to the side in favor of the bone which he holds steady beneath one paw — currently (like his head) awkward and too big for his body.

The male speaks, voice almost the low rumble of thunder just before a storm with a lilting accent to his words. “Kahlil,” The young imperial responds simply, pulling the bone closer to him before he lifts it between his jaws and begins to worry it, eager to suckle the decadent marrow from it’s core. He worries it for a few seconds before it lets it fall beneath the imprisonment of his front paw. “What is your name?” The Spiderling returns the question in kind before he takes an end of the bone back in his mouth and worries and suckles some more as he waits for the older man’s response.