Blackfeather Woods crude and proud creatures

Aerenys met his ire with a similar silence of composure to her night-sister, restraining the urge to quirk the muscles along her brow at his less than friendly attitude. Still, the darkling had faced worse. "I be Mati Aerenys Melonii. Ya might call me Mati or Aerenys, you. It make no difference ta me, no," the Bayou queen murmured softly, tail swishing once. "Who you be, hmm?" 

"I do not know dis Maegi," the witch answered, soothing tones urging him to calm. To Mambo, there didn't seem to be any reason that they should fight. Her gaze moved to her night-sister, as if silently wondering if this was some resident that had once belonged to Ivory Rose -- unaware that this was another unfamiliar relative of hers. 

Even so, her lip curled faintly in warning as he spit venom towards her superior, black tongue sweeping over her fangs as a hushed boof  left her lips. Only a whisper of what was to come if the man threatened Eldritch's safety.