Larksong Grotto Ligeia

"Chanterelle!"

He blinked at Masquerade who seemed to have a sudden change of heart. Did these two know each other? If so, the other hunter gave no indication of it. And the Rise child's shrinking seemed to give way to a mistake.

But the woman informed him there was a large gathering of hunters. A pack and visitors at the riverside. Of course this felt like horrible news. Hunters in the taiga meant less for the Rise. Avicus would want no such thing. Yet he formed words where she did not.

His head was tossed to motion towards the rise. Hardly far from here in any regards.

I am the Berserkr of Redtail Rise. Pride, of course. What is the name of your pack?

He had not forgotten the younger girl by his side, wondering if she might stay to see how these types of things could work.