Mount Apikuni go among the lost

lucifer chuckled, a low, rich sound that curled in the cold air like smoke. ah, niente di importante, he dismissed with a slow shake of his head. nothing that cannot wait.

he stepped forward with ease, falling in stride with chaudry, though his movements remained unhurried, deliberate. besides, i would hate to keep your maman waiting, he added, the barest trace of mischief threading his tone.  

his golden gaze drifted over the vale ahead, already assessing, calculating. if they were relying on small prey, then their caches were likely sufficient for now—but not for long. he could see where his skills would be needed. bene, this meant his place here would be secured sooner rather than later.  

tell me, he mused, his voice laced with casual curiosity, does the matriarche have high expectations? or does she simply enjoy the thrill of watching a man prove himself? his smirk returned, subtle, unreadable. not that it matters—i always deliver.

apologies on the delay! life got in the way for a cool min