Shadow Mountain i ain't gonna be cookin' all day

Upon arrival to the scene, the Nightstalker did not yet care to approach. Rather, she observed from the cover of shadows the two contrasting figures - one she recognised as the pale woman (one who blended spectacularly with the snow) she had recently recruited, the other was a stranger to her piercing gaze. Few words left the tongues of either creature, a simple hello before the male offered a question, and she found the conversation to be rather uninteresting. But, still, here was a stranger so close to her domain and she was intruiged for now about who he was.

So perhaps that was why she finally slunk from the darkness, lithe figure sliding into position nearby Aeronwyn. Her ink-coated ears cupped forward, black lips quirking slightly upward. Her only greeting was a chuff, though there was no warmth within the gesture, a solemn sound that seemed to oppose to the small, feminine smile gracing her features.