Jade Fern Grove Just ignore him, that's what I do.

But he wasn't alone, was he? He was just creeping along, pausing half a second and looking far ahead, thinking he heard something (it was just more drips), and hadn't spotted a lighter shadow than usual.

Size wasn't really an issue to the youngster. His mother was large, and Spook himself had grown particularly tall -- he just lacked the mass of a warrior, still leaving him looking more like a gangling youth than an adult. So when the pale figure moved, his first thought was of his mother -- that she had for some bizarre reason stationed herself out here to freak him out or something -- but though it did startle him, it became quickly clear this was some stranger. Maybe that was a good thing. Arbiter had been super grumpy, so he was totally ok just checking in on her and then going off to do his own thing, it made him feel more responsible about things.

He did his best to let the fur that had instantly pricked up along his spine smooth out again. Her greeting had seemed friendly, but Spook was, well, Spook. He pulled together his thoughts, trying to totally pretend that he hadn't jumped a little, Oh! Um. Hi! Uh. What're you doing out here? He was not very good at the whole conversation thing still.