Cassiopeia's View The hand of Gods

And there it was. The same fear in her eyes he had seen time and time before in others. Fear, confusion, unsettling interest... He was much used to it now and hardly could blame anyone. When she speaks, her voice a stammer, his overly large and pointed ears perk upwards, catching her words over what sounded like the rolling of thunder in the background. Nay, it was but the falling of rock spilling down the heights.

Hemlocke turned those dark, bloodied eyes from her then and back to the view down below. The Gods hurled a star from the heavens and unto the mountain wolves domain. He answered, his voice a hushed dark melody. A side glance to her again, wondering if she would go to them now that she had her answer or if she would linger further despite her fears. I've never seen anything like it before...