I keep my distance as I follow. I cling to the shadows, as quiet as ever as we pass by the ravines of Diveen and into the free lands beyond. The trees begin to rise around us, deepening the shadows as he continues on his little mission. He seems so sure. It is as if he has a very purpose being this deep in the forests.

Soon enough, I see the peaks of Spirane rise above the trees. I take my position in what remains of the shadows, only half my face illuminated by the weak light as I watch on. Wherever he has come, he has found himself company. An older male stands by, seemingly entrapped by the sight of the mountains overhead. My attention, however, remains on the sliver of white that is this male. I remember him distantly, his scent still within my nostrils like stale air. The crags, where he had tasted the steel of my own blood. I had allowed it and now, he will allow me the pleasure of watching whatever oddity he is about to perform. The Shade? I do not know what such a thing is. However, the words mean nothing. It is his actions that are most... curious.

He dives in suddenly, snapping at the older male's posterior with a particular kind of savagery. It is directional, with purpose. Though I feel my skin prickle with excitement, I refrain from partaking anymore than simply observing. Here, I can see it all it seems. Still, I cannot help but laugh so quietly under my breath. I can only hope Achlys has come to see such a thing too. Perhaps, by the end of this, I shall be able to bring her a new thing to explore.