Thunder Dome well the raven is a wicked bird

the brute revealed he traveled with company, though thorn suspected that like himself, mahler's bonds remained their own independent chords. the beast nodded silently in approval, his gaze trailing the skyline in thought. mahler had moved off, his posture canted in a manner that suggested casual indifference to whether thorn trailed or departed.

he need not consider his options; wordlessly, the wraith stepped smoothly behind the charcoal-hued predator, his slinking gait communicating his willingness to follow alongside mahler -- for a time.