Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

Cecil found himself most intrigued by the blind she-wolf, although he couldn't be sure that she actually was without sight she didn't act as though she was in any way. Her laughter, while mysterious brought a slight smile to his own dark maw. A worshiper of the night, he presummed by the inclining of mistress.

"I'm looking for someone, and I've been distracted by a beauty." Cecil's fiery gaze remained fixed on her pale orbs, even as he referenced the moon of in the distance. "I can never resist a beautiful sight." A light incline of his lips, was the only evidence that he teased her with. "What does hūra-azantys mean?" He tried his best to make his tonge move in the correct pronounciation, however failed miserably.