Ghost Lion Crag the night so black that the darkness hums

He continued on, following the trail as it reached yet another narrowing and a bend. One foot had been set to keep going when he heard the skittering of feet and the subsequent swearing; the stick clattered past him and bounced onward off the side of the ridge to sights unseen. In an instant his eyes had set on her, hackles bristling to life, but the recognition was there and evident in their shared expression.

He relaxed, but only so much.

Perhaps Hydra realized he had gone off on his own after all.

"Yama? What are you doing out here?"

It was unlike her, he thought, to venture. Yama had been reclusive for as long as he had known about her, and though their interactions were far and few in between he had a sense it was her in that distance. The times were strange indeed, and if Arcturus saw it fit to excuse himself from the slopes of Moonspear then perhaps she did too.

i think yami and yama are similar enough to pull this off... if not lmk