Mount Apikuni After the night when I wake up

While scent had initially led him to her, it was sight he followed mostly now, her slinky black form disappearing into a realm of shadows that breathed malevolence. Turning his head, he cast a glance back at the white raven that sat upon his shoulder, protective of his friend in such a way that had him bid @D'Artagnan up into the trees with a quiet murmur. He would be safer there, at least until this encounter was said and done.

Shoulder relieved of its feathered weight, the man stepped carefully, cautiously into the thicket, chuffing quietly to grab the attention of the pitch-draped woman should she still be in the vicinity.