ᅠ 　 she’d bring Rowan through the halls to the dining room , the scent of breakfast foods fill the air && the stench of sulfur too . Natah’s small infernal summon , Scourge , had been working the stove && in return she’d offer him a chain of knuckle ↓ ᅠ

Noticing how distant the latter was from the world itself — perhaps this conversation will die out even before it begins. Therefore, she settles, but tilts her head as those wicked, bloody-red eyes gaze upon the young wolf — how strange, how unfamiliar. ,,Not one for company,"