Deepwood Weald pagophilus

she stopped her pacing when he arrived. her tail-tip continued to twitch though, and there was a manic look to her eyes. bright and almost afraid, filled with worry.

the man cen did not come. in her usual way, she spoke quickly and plainly of what now bothered her.

has he been here? have you seen? perhaps she had been among the shadows for too long, and merely missed his summons - but perhaps he went without her?