Raven's Watch got my ticket for the long way round

with the rush of a nearby water diluting the strength of at least two of his five senses, stigmata only came to notice his company when he shifted to stretch out a dull ache in his neck. the wolf froze mid-motion, cold sterling eyes locking in on her as he quickly tried to ascertain if he needed to be wary or not. she didn't look like much of a threat, but not the kind to keep his back to a stranger, stigmata pushed himself up into a sit anyway.

he looked dreary, if not downright drained, and it didn't seem as if he had any intention of dismounting his slab - let alone approaching her. typically he would try to find out what he could learn from her, if anything, but the hound wasn't feeling too curious with his body still not at a hundred percent. so instead he merely sat, head low and gaze watchful, as he wondered if she would address him herself or continue on her way. wherever that was.