Porcupine Ridge Blackbird song

Easy peasy.

Just like it was before. Hex was a collector all the same as she was, perhaps with different motivations, but conspiring all the same.

She'd lean into a stretch, pearly forelimbs outreached and haunches briefly raised; shake away the tension that hung in the air and replace it with her own sickly optimism.

He would have to meet the others, even she was eager to see what he intended to bring to the shadows, captured by their conversation before; curiouscuriouscurious and itching to see their group expand... Man like this, hopefully, he'd prove himself a good fighter, she liked the violent ones; perversion and delight coupled.

Envy slithered nearer once more, sinuous movements placing herself between the two, a silent offer of tour dancing in eyes of hellfire; she looked to Hex to let them carry on into the sharp spires of the mountain.