Blackfeather Woods shorter of breath and one day closer to death

There was only one reason why he had followed after their forms. That was because the fiery woman was on the move. Kalganov had foolishly privately decided she was not to leave without telling him, without him being able to say something. He craved to know.

There was a hint of surprise to see she was not alone and that Maegi was there along with the tattered Mou. His ears flicked with little interest for them. It was not them he had arrived for.

It was their fiery companion.

A deep rumble built in the pit of his stomach and crawled up his throat, meant for her but would undoubtedly announce his presence to all. He was not entirely sure what was unfolding but he was about to make it his business.