Shadewood You're lovin' this bad boy sh-

Of the two, the smaller was the first to notice the lingering presence. A rare thing: for the unexpected to be the brightest.

A man and a woman, most likely companions of some sort. They clearly had a close relation, given how defensively the dark one hovered. Dreven, his name. The raven's eyes gleamed with brutish gratitude towards the white wolf for giving away such a secret.

When a baleful voice echoed between the space, the magus' pricked his ears and fortified a sturdy stance. They were so quick to enact intemperance. But surely now he could be seen. There was no longer advantage of being hidden.

Ease your tone. I mean no malice to you... or to your dear mate. The assumption of their connection was not easy to change, for he was sure he had been correct. To see their reaction would be clarification, as well as amusing.

You trek in sacred land. It was my intent to know whether you would loiter or pass on.