Blackfeather Woods Let my eyes be the rhythm

a call rises upon frigid air for relmyna and him; and though he has only spoken to her once ( and that conversation did not go very well ) he recognizes the voice to be flicker's. while he finds it odd that the summons is for him and not their dark master he makes his way towards where her howl'd originated from nevertheless. it does not take him long to join the scene — easy to follow the listener's scent trail that, the closer he draws, begins to mix with flicker's; heavy with blood. his hackles bristle with unease as he joins the duo, muscles tense as he moves to the listener's side. his glacial gaze sweeps over what he can see of flicker's appearance, stuck close to the shadows as she was. it does not offer him much but he can smell wounds despite her best attempts to conceal them.

he does not speak — assuming that the listener has already addressed and encouraged flicker to inform them of why they were summoned — favoring, instead, a stalwart presence with a stony curiosity edged with unease.