The Wispmother beckons (Sub-territory discovery)

The illuminated form continued its path before him, and as silent as death itself, the Dread Father followed. Multiple meters away, yet within sight, he followed this dark woman. It wasn't as if he was stalking, yet, he wished to ensure he had stayed close to her. Slade felt some pull of protection over the Night Queen, and as though he were molded of the shadows himself, he kept close to her.

The mistress pathed her destination into the swamp, a place he had ventured into only as many times as he could count on one paw. It wasn't as if the place horrified, or sickened him, it was just a tedious task to remove the rank stench from his fur, and the pelt was something he held pride in.He had sat quite a while back, watching her reaction to the fluttering blue lights that loomed before her. The dark king spectated until he saw the fear contort in her delicate and ethereal features, and from the entombing void of black in which he sat, he spoke to her, his deep baritones bleeding through the inky space.

"Those are cousins of the fire flies, love. They are not of the green luminescence, but of the blue side of the familial tree. More common in places, such as swamps and caves."

Slade had assumed the Queen had only been here as many times as he, but he had explored quite a bit, and pondered if she knew as much as he of the gunky whereabouts in which she stood. So he got to his full height, his summit of regal tall, though his tail were below that of hers, he kept the subtle slip of pride within view.

"Have you been here often, Midnight Mistress? "