Bearclaw Valley succubus

due to a perpetually overcast sky, stigmata was able to get in a full day's travel to reach bearclaw by nightfall. the fishbowl seemed quiet when he arrived - a purpling-orange dusklight lingering at the height of its jagged rims - and he stood with nothing but the sounds of a teasing wind and  the starting melodies of crickets to keep him company. the birdsong, by comparison, sounded distant and sparse in twilight's approach.

he knew better than to assume he was simply welcome back after weeks gone of him missing in action, so the rangy dragoon loosed a howl to announce his return (calling chiefly for @Indra) and waited patiently to see how he was received.