Blackfeather Woods you have witchcraft in your lips

"I will wait, yeah," the ampithere murmured graciously with a bob of her obsidian crown. It was only polite given how much her newfound devotee was giving up to follow Aerenys, or more specifically, to follow the call of the gods. She sat, waiting patiently as the darkling called for her mystery leader. Soon after a young silver caped in rusted shades of earth drew from the woods with similar stealth as Eldritch had possessed, though his was nearly perfected -- as if he was quite familiar with and comfortable in the dark tangle of the trees.

Mati dipped her head respectfully to the man but otherwise remained silent, allowing Eldritch the privacy to say her goodbyes to her pack mate as the mambo preoccupied herself with brushing her dark muzzle in soothing passes over Aphelion's coiled length.