Deepwood Weald with your sick head

@Solomon Bishop for the angry boi <3

The mambo skulked through the Weald on heavy steps, grateful for the spike in temperatures. The air was still chilled but it was not so miserable; even so, she was still required to keep Aphelion close for it was not yet warm enough for the serpent to roam freely. He coiled about her like a diamond pendant now, his speckled scales languishing as they lengthened and twisted contently around her dark neck as if he were grateful for the warmth she provided. 

Mati would return to the sleeping place that she and Eldritch had thrown together, a loose scrape in the dirt that they'd piled with drifts of leaves where they shared their body warmth with Aphelion on bitter nights. Soon, they would move on and eventually, if more were drawn to the path of night then they would settle permanently in a covenstead. If not, perhaps the Melonii and Nightwish would settle together, just the two of them toiling over their plants and listening to their gods. 

A deer leg, haunch and all, the darkling carried in her jaws -- dragging the meal she had scavenged between her forelegs like a proud lioness returning to her pride.