Arrow Lake mocking those within

as he could see the cogs start to turn in his protege's eyes, there followed a rare, picturesque moment, where stigmata found himself grinning. it was a broad, omen-bearing smile; edged with far too much cleverness - too much slyness - to be an entirely benevolent look. attempting to temper his conniving, bladed expression, stigmata expelled a commanding snort and turned to lead the two of them back to the main group. the wolf feeling perhaps eager to actually see if anyone passed more than a cursory look in thorn's direction.