King Elk Forest and those who chance upon it, should never step inside

The watchful glint of his gaze did not leave her frame, but he was moderately surprised to see that she had shown less of a reaction than was expected. She seemed to stiffen and her large ears swiveled atop her crown in a way that suggested she was searching for what had caused the disturbance in the wood. Sojourn held his ground well until the younger stranger threw back her head and released a loud yell into the darkness of the woods.

It was then that he bristled; the fur along his neck and shoulders seemed to stand like jagged quills. The gypsy was quick to lower his skull toward the earth and peel his lips back to reveal glinting canines. This was all reactionary; it took a long moment before the swarthy vagrant understood that she was not speaking to him at all, but instead to another body called 'Tegan.'

Had he any sense of real humor in his bones, he would have laughed at the reaction, and then at himself. Instead, he stepped through the brush without caring to conceal the noise of his lean frame. There, Sojourn drew his crown upward and chuffed into the dark hold of the nightfall. The gruff sound of his voice seemed to hitch against the back of his throat on its way out.