Neverwinter Forest I guess I'll just go home.

The young man that greets them is undeniably intriguing, with his eyes of different colors and his dappled pelt. His curt attitude markedly less so, and Ereshkigal gives him a brief smile and a raise of her brows before turning to Cerulean, listening with keen ears to her introduction. She is curious to see if she will be welcome here. Her friend seems to think so, though there is an undercurrent of doubt to the situation that seems to belie the girl's confidence.

A pleasure to meet you, Mal, Ereshkigal purrs, tail swinging slowly behind her. She gazes into the trees with mock surprise, features turned sharply upward in a jesting grin. This whole forest? I'd imagine you'd need an army for that. I would love to help.

Cerulean insists that they go forward, though the Seductress is still unsure. She hadn't received an invitation yet from this presumptive ruler of the forest, right? She is still for a moment, glancing between the two wolves. Her eyes finally settle on Mal, quietly interrogative. I will accompany you, as long as Mal thinks it fit for me to enter, Ereshkigal remarks, her rose-gold orbs fixed firmly on his face.