She called and the earth delivered; its gaping maw gave him leave, his form coiling out and spilling onto the rocks and into the shadows below. She watched for a moment, completely entranced by the way he seemed to peel back the world around him, as if the very air that surrounded his body held him in a different way. Beltane could practically feel her own aura reaching out for his, the colours meeting in the middle and bleeding into one another. Still, quiet. Even her deadened ear fell into quietness, a low hum moving through her body and bones.

His words reached her and like that, she moved to meet them. She moved down the stones that surrounded him, serene and silent as she hummed beneath her breath in thought of her answer. "I had a feeling, a sense, heard the caverns speak of shadows and mystery that did not belong to them." She paused, half-way down a stone before she gave one sudden jerk and landed with a hollow thud beside him. "I knew only one other who could rival the caverns in such affairs." Her lips were taut with knowing for a moment before they peeled back into a gentle grin, though her eyes were wide and hungry as they found his in the darkness.

She inched closer to him, her nose reaching out ever so cautiously to catch his scent, cautious because she did not wish to scare it away with her breath or energy. He smelled as he did before; foreign, of different woods, herbs somewhere far away in his scent, earthy like no other. She'd never met another that had such an unusual essence. It made her heart pound, her blood cold and hot at the same time as her skin twitched and spasmed across her. "You seem so very alive." She finally breathed, retracting her muzzle with a final inhale before she sighed it out, relieved to have been able to take it in at all. "The very air feels like you."