[seasonal event] atlas hands

Rexanna wasn't the only one following the tracks. Given that both he and Vai had come to the conclusion that if they opened the Rathskeller up to lots of people it was likely that some would show up under-prepared, the alchemist had been trying to compensate for that in the few remaining days before LongNight was upon them. Though he loathed to be in the woods after all that had happened to him here, it was one of the best places to hunt. And so in the body of a lion, Remi prowled for meat. Scenting Rexanna on the light breeze, Remi began to follow her boot prints (coincidentally moving in the direction of the prey he'd been following anyhow). Without wanting to roar or announce his presence in a way which would scare off the prey they were hunting, Remi instead merely let his footfalls grow slightly heavier as he tracked behind her. Though he couldn't recall if she'd seen him as a lion before, he had grown a lion-fur coat in the cave where that strange creature had lingered below the ice. But, not wanting to startle her, Remi partially shifted so that he had his own lips and vocal chords (an incredibly awkward feeling), to gently call out to her. "Pssst." His leonine mouth fell quickly back into place, and though lions were not the most expressive of creatures, there seemed to be a smirk on his lips just the same. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on