Stone Circle Bobcaygeon

The man watched her with amber eyes, a silent expression as she drew in a breath and relaxed.

Only to visibly tense again with the flattening of her ears.

Raising a brow, he continued to look at her. What was going on in the mind of the young lady? Was it the pain? Was it his question? He watched as she shook her head in a solemn movement. She seemed down, sad even, and something in the way she handled herself in such a moment reminded him of Vespera. "Well then," he spoke, tilting his head to her. "Perhaps you may repay that favor by finding somethng worth protecting," he chuckled.

He didn't do right by Vespera. He didn't try to understand; This time would be different.

Getting up and groaning at the creaking of his bones, the old man twitched his tail and looked down at the black girl. "I believe I should take my leave now, I'm sure someone is looking for me. Good Night, miss Oryx. May the moon guide your path the morrow." he heeded... And with that the Patriarch turned around to walk back into the shadows, his frame obscured and disappearing within sight.