Ouroboros Spine crawled out of the sea

The birdcaller found her way to the impromptu gathering at some length, denying her body's want to curl her shoulders and lower herself beneath the gazes of the hunters as she drew close to their number. Abashed peridots flickered across the familiar faces as she attempted a smile, sensing some tension as she settled on her haunches nearby. 

It was Adrastus who had called and it was him that her eyes turned to, though some part of her mind niggled at the sharp cut of the shadow's mismatched gaze -- wondering if there was some disorder here amongst the men, if it might rankle the other storyteller to be called upon by another.