Lenore’s eyes brightened as Erebus explained his bloodlines, finding the combination fascinating. She had presumed he was maybe a masking Monokeros or an Elemental of some type if he was a tribrid, but now that he mentioned it she could see that his wings were a mix of bird and dragon.
He sat down in front of Lenore, and she grinned softly at him. Those electric blue eyes were stunning. “Fun is a bonus to anything,” she agreed, blinking. All of a sudden, it felt difficult to swallow. “I - I think I’ve seen you around before; how long have you been in the pack?” She couldn’t remember how long she had resided in Nightingale, for time had a tendency to blur and distort very easily. At least for Lenore, anyway.

“In the night, the stormy night.”