Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

The last to arrive, but still not feeling as though he were tardy, Waxwing found himself an outsider among family. He briefly caught sight of the scary girl he had stammered at before, and the silent Vylla who Waxwing knew only by sight. There was also the man about his age whom had stalked him. But! There was Mahler, and Waxwing had felt the beginnings of a kinship with the older man. He was determined to fit in here one way or another, and what better way than to arrive here and help in the hunt.

He settled quietly in the back of the group, attentive.