[Cyril Darkcloud]

He shifts his gaze to the treetops of the wooded expanse to the west and stands still – his ears marking the cadences of her speech. “There was no threat in that direction,” he says simply, without turning. He smiles slightly noting her movement to the roof’s edge. He turns and meets her eyes with the directness of his own gaze. In no hurry for words, he allows her features to fill his eyes for a few moments before he speaks his name, “Cyril Darkcloud.”