Hushed Willows Raise a glass of wine for the last time,

He was never all too far from Pestilence, or Veritas, whatever the hell she wanted to call herself these days - well, he was honestly no different but of course, he wouldn't see or admit it. He didn't like her or anything but she was familiar, someone he somewhat knew of, and someone he felt comfortable around long enough to keep buzzing around.  

Some stranger was approaching and feeling pretty good in the presence of Pestilence being here, he hmphed as he walked up to the bigger adult, keeping just enough distance between them to move should they be less than friendly and scoffs from his position. I wouldn't get too close. He taunted, eyes filled with a mightier than though amusement as he looks at the pale pup.

She'll probably get you sick, full of coodies.