Shadewood "I'll trade my heart for a hug, right about now. It hurts to be doomed."

The Bull sits quietly alongside the shadow, broad and eerily quiet akin a gargoyle perched on a gothic tower. His attention only shifts when he hears the sound of approaching footfalls—of who he assumes is the person Cry spoke of; Amaya. She is not what he expects, but perhaps that is why she is perfect. Her greeting is light-hearted, and even an apology is added. He glances momentarily towards the shadow, before giving a mute nod in greeting.