Blackfeather Woods talia

He's been resting in some segment of the underground, unable to find peace in any nook for long except when he's nearby his collection of oddities. The boy hasn't made his presence known to the rest of the pack yet; it doesn't occur to him that his mother is off hunting for him, nor does he notice the absence of Moonshadow and her brood from the forest - he's too busy analyzing his finds, resting his slimmed body, and trying to make sense of what has happened to him. When the boy finally does emerge, it is by accident; a narrow corridor within the tunnels (one that he barely squeezes through even at his diminished weight) spills him out upon a segment of the borderlands and he is immediately stunned by the vivacity of the sunlight.

More accurately, he's blinking and wincing from the slanting light until his eyes adapt, and it is almost as if Sobek's gaze has affixed upon the sun incarnate. A willowy figure shrouded in autumnal tones, utterly out of place among the barren trees of the woods, has settled within his vision like the alluring burn of a campfire. The stranger doesn't see him - or so he presumes, as she is swift to raise her chin and make a summoning call to the shadows. Intrigued (and starved for company in his own right) the boy slinks closer and closer, finding it easy to navigate the many familiar paths of his homeland without making a sound.

When he finally speaks, he's flanking her. Looking alert - if a bit tired, with dark circles beneath his usually vibrant eyes - he greets her with a plain, Hello. Followed by a slight head-tilt as he observes her close-up. Personal space has never been a big deal to him, and Sobek worms his way towards the stranger, full of curiosity. Who are you?