DEAR HUNTER. || joining.

[BLOODHOUND.]

Of course. Not many knew their way around traps, let alone expect so many. Bloodhound certainly hadn't, but had put their trust in the crow's path. They had certainly been surprised. And pleasantly so. Perhaps these animals similar to their own blood. Their mind drifts fondly to their late uncle, a kind man. Understanding. Firm. He had accepted them when their parents were lost, had accepted them when they came out. Had slowly accepted that perhaps, one could follow the Old Ways, while still accepting that the tides have changed.

They do not comment, simply nodding. Accepting this. Not many had grown up as they had. Not many watched their steps, noticed the taut vines. They had not played any Games.

Vigenere Cipher. A strange name, but they supposed their own, in comparison, was odd. They tilt their head once more, at the offer of being shown around, and respond.

"I would be most grateful, Vigenere Cipher." The name is alien on their tongue. They turn their head then, hearing another's approach. A winged lion, massive. His face kind. This is one of the few times, that they wonder what it's like, to have all your emotions so boldly shown. But, they would feel bare, without their mask. So it remained firmly where it was, but they gave their tail a wag, an awkward little movement that they figured.... took getting used to.

"That is wonderful to hear. You have my gratitude."

They listen intently to Aurum, nodding in understanding. They would be sure to come to either of the two, if they had concerns.

"The Allfather graces us all this day, that I have had the opportunity to meet the both of you. Thank you."

At that moment, they can hear movement nearby, their ears twitching. They can smell... something. Familiar? Alarming. They turn their head to the brush nearby, as coughing erupts from it. Their eyes narrow, but they don't move beyond that. The newcomer soon emerges from the underbrush, a large, dark wolf. Green eyes. Green smoke, coiling from his mouth. Bloodhound's eyes widen then, and they know his name long before he speaks.

Caustic. Adrenaline pumps through them, thankfully not forgotten from the ring. They don't know wether to laugh or run, or both. They decide on neither, stepping down from the rock as he greets them.

"You."

Their voice is not unkind, and is filled with something like wonder. Apprehension. Surprise. They approach slowly, looking at the curling smoke has he exhales. They are on edge just as much as they're happy to know someone here. As happy as they could be, staring into the face of death. But they suppose, they are much the same. A beast in the arena. A beast in the flesh, now.

"It is good to see you again, Caustic."

Felagí.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.