Blackfeather Woods nyctophilia

A gaze of fire found Jakoul, expressionless and devoid. "I'd be honoured to hunt with you," the pitch femme murmured, bowing her head respectfully towards the girl - irritation pushed aside. 

"I fear I'd be a nuisance to your praying, Nona," she answered, a rare grin crossing her features. "I know no gods - I'd only annoy with my curiosity and questions. Perhaps another time; you might even convert me," she quipped mirthfully, offering the pale mage a last nod as she departed. It went unsaid that she would defer to the customs surrounding the Woods' religion - if outsiders were not to be indoctrinated, so be it. 

She turned to the canid next, a brow rising curiously. "Shall we?"