Blackfeather Woods The Silence

The she-panther watched in silent anticipation, the air sparking with some unseen magick — or maybe it was visible only to Mati, tiny golden flecks swirling on the edges of her peripherals not unlike a vortex of dust dancing in a sunbeam as Eldritch’s teeth clattered musically upon the ground. They pinged off of small pieces of gravel scattered amongst the dirt like pinballs, one large molar cracking with a sharp sound. 

The two halves of the tooth were sent spiraling with surprising velocity, landing far from their respective twin with other teeth and woodland debris scattered across the space between their new resting spots.

Aerenys glanced to her former mentee then, the words she’d shaped to ask what it all meant dying on her tongue once she took in the hellhound’s expression. She rose to her paws, closing the distance between them easily to tip her muzzle beneath El’s chin and raise it just a fraction — a comforting gesture.

”Don’ think too much on it. Dings will work demselves out as always, yah?” With an encouraging smile, she moved to help her leader gather up the teeth — the dark duo leaving the split tooth and its omens behind in the dark of the Woods.