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[sybil.]

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Considering the pitch-colored wild cat had joined only yesterday, she hadn't the slightest clue as to who Ren was. The stench of the Ascendants was intertwined in his fur despite the fact that it was slowing ebbing. If she had to guess, he had roamed these grounds once before. His mannerisms hinted at that as well; he moved as though he had traipsed the area countless times. It was amusing how muscle memory took control for even the simplest of things. Sybil wondered if she would ever gain that ability.

The panther crept from her hiding position in the shadows to face Ren. Her cloudy eyes studied him thoroughly. She had noticed his awkward movements, but it seemed he was not severely injured. She supposed that was good.

Without speaking, she nodded her head and then shifted her body, turning so as to wait for someone alongside him. While most everyone else would speak to new arrivals, Sybil saw no point in using her voice. Not yet anyway.