Trust me, darling. - open, visitor

[Casphian]

The Spirit Watcher had been in the midst of getting ready to travel the borders, feeling the need to check on them for the millionth time that day. The familiar beachy scent of the Glades drifted across his path, confusion snaking through the leader as he wondered who would be visiting so soon after his return from there. It was then he heard the voice, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. The hybrid made his way towards the entrance of the camp and quickly stepping out, making his way to the border from where the voice sounded.

“You’ve come to the right place, I’m surprised to see someone visiting so soon,” he mused as he finally appeared close to the panther. “Welcome to the Tribe would you like a tour of the place?”