Lake Rodney Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart.

A bark scythed through the dark, earning a wide-eyed stare from Revui. He stalked closer to where it originated and as he passed between the trees, he saw the pale woman; her dark-tipped shoulders spiked in the same agitated manner of his own coat. As he drifted closer he grew stiffer in his movements, stopping when there was an appropriate distance between them.

In that time he sized her up: healthy enough from what he could tell, pale, rugged and a touch on the masculine side. He was reminded of his dark sisters - and adding to that the aroma of Moonspear that lightly draped the woman like a feather boa, his immediate thought was of the failed and excommunicated sibling, Korei Julia. Except this woman looked to be a tad more physically fit.

He did not attack, but he did not remove himself from her presence either. Curiosity held Revui firmly in place. Eventually he did clear the air with a rumbling in his throat (preparing to speak) and said, Moonspear? As if the questioning intonation of his brooding voice was enough of a conversation starter.