Blackfeather Woods I will face everything, and rise!

A wry grin was her only response to the assumption, a rueful and secretive twist of her smirking lips. The Bayou had been no more beautiful than this dark fortress of foreboding timberland and swamp but there was a certain ilk of wolves, Mati had come to find, that preferred the darkness and were keen to walk amongst shadows. Her own kin and kith were one such clan, the girl could not recall ever hearing of a Melonii that had not been drawn to the darkness as a moth might be a flame. And she had reason to believe that Eldritch's family tree might bear similar rotten fruits -- for she saw much of herself in the darkling she had grown to love.

There was a certain undeniable beauty in the pitch of the Void, in the mawing abyss of insanity and broken things -- if one could see things through the mismatched gaze of the addled worshippers.

Caplata dipped her head in understanding, sapphires of cobalt and violet watching the russet-kissed silver melt back into his Woods before she turned back to the Nightwish -- ears perking alertly as her partner spoke of divination.

"I have dabbled with da art of scrying, yah, but neva have I truly delved into da craft," the witch drawled softly, eyes alight with fascinated curiosity. Her inky tail began to wag, walking along with the hellhound as they delved deeper into the territory, she asked: "Would ya teach me?"

gonna go ahead and wrap up here, assuming that they're just chit-chattin as they head into the Woods? But we could totally do a divination thread sometime if youre up for it! @Eldritch :)