Blackfeather Woods As truth be told, homecoming never gets old

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The Silencer was always examining, with eyes as frigid as a splinter of ice - he would never stray far from the travelling group (always within viewing distance), and gorged himself on evaluating every aspect of their surroundings as the troupe moved together. Although he did not doubt their ability to defend, it was always worth-while to be aware, to soak in every detail around him so that in the event of an unaccounted-for surprise, they would be able to handle it.

Slowly, he drifted closer again, flinted gaze darting actively between each of the clan members who's presence filled the first snatch of his mind - his first priority was to keep everyone protected, and though he was distinctly aware of their own capabilities, it was among the reaper's duties to defend each and every one of them. 

It was no surprise when his precise watching slowly drifted toward Moath - slavering jaws appeared locked into the lithe figure of Flicker, and a piercing arrow ghosted through his chest; so little self-control did the bodyguard claim, it was almost pathetic. But he knew hunger, and he opted to make no motion to suggest he had consumed this miniscule slice of information. Aries simply observed, and cast a knowing glance toward the crimson-backed girl - if she had not noticed the brute eyeing her from the side, there was little hope even for her.

Regardless of all else, it pleased him to be back amongst the twisting, towering trees of the blackfeather woods; it felt different, more right than the weald had, no matter what his feelings for the melonii's claimed territory were.