Blackbeak Bluff when every thursday

Eadwulf had not once turned away a packmate during his time among Sapphique's people. They had all been good to him and this strange male seemed to fit the bill as well.

Silent, polite. Seated himself a respectful distance away.

It soothed any worry or frustrations he might have had otherwise. So, in a deep hum, he indulged the man's presence with words.

What do you see? Only curiosity, no judgement present in his low voice. He could spill stories from Erzulie's teaching depending on how the man answered.