Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

A man of muscles, of pale colors. An opposite to her in near every way. Save for the pale of each of their eyes.

He may have greeted her with teeth but he had been right in doing so. She held no ill will to him now, more just a deep curiosity of him.

Why had he come to this place? Why had he both fought and fled?

Enchanted in a complex way. Jakoul aimed to breathe in his scent and instead found herself also afflicted with a sneeze. The thick air testing the capability of her sinuses.