Blackfoot Forest there is nothing you can say to her,

He ventures past the mountains in search of recruits, letting @Rowan and @Phillip know before he goes. Kheimon trails him from a distance, keeping out of sight in the trees when possible; he only knows the bird lingers from the occasional flapping of wings as it ventures tree to tree behind him.
His attention is drawn away from his companion when he scents another. The nightspawn he'd encountered in the meadow. He stiffens, tail twitching in an attempt at flagging high before sharp pain forces it still again. He's still healing rather slowly, and in no shape for a fight — but he strides forward anyway with hackles prickling and teeth bared, searching carefully for the shadow given flesh form in a forest full of her intangible brethren.