Redtail Rise dear fellow traveler under the moon

Dhampir’s ears turned to hear the curious sound of a wolf near to him, his head raising slowly to twist and face the woman who had come to his lonely cliffside. Mahogany stared past the stark bone creams of his face, his head tipping to the side like an interested dog. Slowly, he lifted himself up on spindly legs, offering a slow, friendly sweep of his tail.

Good evening. Vasile spoke in a murmur, giving a respectful dip of his head. He hoped his manners had not taken a beating in the time he had been running.