Who other than the little mouse would come greet them? The boy doesn't try to slink or hide as he had done in the moors. He moves as if this land was meant for him and it does not pass the eyes of the obsidian male as he watches, head lifting, ears cocking back. You should stay in your swamp, the boy says, but he keeps a distance as he does it, no doubt not trusting the rage of the Shadow King. Silver lips part in a biting smile, all sharp points poking out and his eyes glittering like glass. "You should be careful who you give suggestions to, little mouse," he warns on a pleasant voice, though the danger is there. It is tempting.... tempting to decide if it is worth the wrath of the behemoth by taking out her mouthy little mouse. Still, his eyes flick away dismissively from Kajika when he spies Sekhment coming.

Natiya turns slightly, ears flicking forward but she strides around the pond to take up position at the left hip of Blackthorne as a united force. Slender, owl-eyed, she seems harmless, but there is a determined slant to her eyes. A firmness of her soft features the belies her intent. Whatever was between the boy and her brother didn't matter: she was here as the Silverknife. An able bodied fighter, meant to sluice through those Thorne chose. Words meant little to her except to hoard.

It is obvious that the Nameless One is claiming Kajika and warning the Darkbringer about brash actions, but he merely offers her a wide-toothed grin as if he had never considered even taking a bite out Kajika. Natiya remains expressionless near him, though nervous of the growing crowd. Who is your compaion? Her soft eyes turn towards Sekhmet as Blackthorne inclines his head towards her without moving his eyes from Sekhmet. "This is the Silverknife of Iromar," he answers, leaving it at that. It was not that Natiya was a secret but if the Nameless One did not know, well, then knowledge was power. While they were tentative allies, perhaps even friends of a sort, they were both volatile and he cannot help but hoard information.

"I shall walk with you. Natiya will stay here, by the pond. A show of faith in the service of our friendship." His words are an order and dismissal. The silver girl dips her darkened face with quick obedience, acknowledging his demand before sliding away from him and to the other side of the pond, reluctantly seating herself while Blackthorne turns and begins to stride away. His back is towards Sekhmet, offering her the knowledge of his trust, even if his ears are turned back and wariness sprouts across him. It is like in the tundra when they hunted together. "Will your mouse be joining us in our jaunt, then?" His head turns over his shoulder, eyes flicking deviously towards Kajika, a mean grin on his face.