Shadewood A foe turned friend

Something silent passed between the two men, something recognized and true. Cry felt a prickle skitter across his spine once the hellfire eyes touched upon his own, his own hock and hind feeling the gnashing of invisibility teeth that mocked the chews of the man enjoying his meal. But as flighty as that dared to make the ebony ghost, he swallowed and forced the timid feeling down.

Almost as though his mind had been read, the titan observed him and brought that condemned gaze to the empty place beside him. It was a welcome to join him, a welcome without the festive flyers and obnoxious sounds. It was silent, permissing, and Cry followed it with bare hesitation. Making quick work of the distance, he took the place besides the feeding mount of scarred flesh and fur.