Larksong Grotto Ligeia

Gently he aimed to nudge her with her well done assertion of the herd.

Correct. They would be does. He told her, feeling prepared to perhaps offer a task — or suggest Augur for such. Instead his attention drifted to their newfound company.

A young woman, pale in coloration. Seemingly non-hostile.

Still he stood tall, prepared to be a body between her and Masquerade if need be.

Hunting? He inquired with a soft cant of his head.