He was a little surprised that he had not yet stumbled across any ROUSes in the tunnels as he walked them, but Isuma was alert for them now, and stretched her hearing for the sounds of claws on stone and the chittering of a restless horde. He listened as well, not unhappy at the thought of violence, and perhaps, a small part of him was forced to admit, even actively inviting it.
The soft growl was not what he had expected, and the bard turned to face its owner with an arched brow. A cat, of a kind he was unfamiliar with, stood illuminated in the lantern light, growling at him though he was uncertain whether it was in greeting or challenge. He continued to sing as he studied it, finding nothing familiar in the shape to tell him who it might be. Another newly-arrived Outlander, perhaps...
But he was in no mood to answer endless questions. That the creature was Attuned he was certain, for no natural cat would be so deep in the catacombs where no sliver of light fell to aid their sight. He kept his thoughts shuttered hard behind the shields Caiside had helped him rebuild, eyes narrowing briefly at the feline before he turned away to continue his aimless path.
Isuma was more wary - and perhaps more perceptive. She tilted her head at the cat, first one way and then the other, catching the faintest hint of Auni's scent from it and wondering where her antlered friend was. She chirruped a soft greeting to the warrior as she twisted in Jigano's shoulder to keep the cat in sight, even as the bard continued to walk away, still singing his haunting call.
The soft growl was not what he had expected, and the bard turned to face its owner with an arched brow. A cat, of a kind he was unfamiliar with, stood illuminated in the lantern light, growling at him though he was uncertain whether it was in greeting or challenge. He continued to sing as he studied it, finding nothing familiar in the shape to tell him who it might be. Another newly-arrived Outlander, perhaps...
But he was in no mood to answer endless questions. That the creature was Attuned he was certain, for no natural cat would be so deep in the catacombs where no sliver of light fell to aid their sight. He kept his thoughts shuttered hard behind the shields Caiside had helped him rebuild, eyes narrowing briefly at the feline before he turned away to continue his aimless path.
Isuma was more wary - and perhaps more perceptive. She tilted her head at the cat, first one way and then the other, catching the faintest hint of Auni's scent from it and wondering where her antlered friend was. She chirruped a soft greeting to the warrior as she twisted in Jigano's shoulder to keep the cat in sight, even as the bard continued to walk away, still singing his haunting call.
