Felicidad
Faint snarls reverberated from deeper into the estate, followed by a fit of high-pitched barking all too familiar to Juna's ears. Soon, the barking turned into a low whine, not so much heard but rather *Felt* Like a frigid caress crawling at the Canifor's spine; fear. Blackspire's ancient walls of obsidian to which the manor owed its name hummed with a dim foreboding light as though in mourning, and no fresh embellishment in marble and golden trims brightened their somber mood. Scarce veiled paintings and hollow suits of armour decorated the sides of the hallway. Closer to the stairway, a soothing aroma of candlewax and lavender perfume lingered on the corridor, but the further one ventured, a more pungent waft of copper and sulfur would invade one's nostrils.
Jennifer
The manor's Lord stood off the padded armchair of his study overlooking the fireplace upon sensing the trespasser. To his surprise- and perhaps disappointment- it only turned out to be a small jackal padding through his room, baring fangs with risen hackles at the sight of him. 
*"I mean you no harm, little one,"* Ashnard spoke lowly, placing the tome he was reading to a small table on his left. In slow and meticulous motions, he straightened his burgundy quilted tunic and squatted on his feet so that his dark one-eyed gaze was of a more even height to the jackal's. Much to his dismay, that only made it *Worse* When the jackal started barking at him. 

"Don't like the scent of me, do you?" *Pine oil can't mask it from a sharper nose, it seems,* He reflected, resigning the cause to rise back on his height with a frown. "Where'd you come from, anyway? Mercy never mentioned getting herself a pet." Ashnard stepped closer, which only ended up scaring the small jackal off its barking to instead whimper and back off slowly. The Lord rubbed the fatigue between his left eye and beneath the leather eyepatch on his right one, letting a deep sigh. "Run along now. You won't find anything to eat here."
Catherine
*Juna went still, her ears raising at the sound of snarling and high pitched barking that came rather easily with the sensitivity of them.*"Jace?"*She whispered, turning away from the window. There were a lot of reasons for the Jackal to be barking: For food, for prey, for attention, for meeting anyone new. The last thought stuck with her, coming so rapidly in the company of realization that she quickly headed down in the direction of noise. For a while, she followed the sound, thinking the worst could happen in a home that she was invited into only moments ago. Some impression she must be giving.

As the barking soon began to fade into whimpering, Juna found herself slowing her pace, eventually coming to a stop while she tried to listen again. She was sure it was Jace, but the last time she's heard him whimper like that was back in the heat of battle against a group of Owlbears. Juna progressed onwards, slower this time and sure enough, she could feel her hand reaching for the string of her bow that sat strung across her torso. No, of course she would never draw the weapon, not in another's house, but the simple feeling of it between her fingers gave her enough confidence to move forward, even without the security of Jace nearby.

The mansion grew darker the further she went, not necessarily in appearance, but more so in feeling. A strong, dank smell had begun to waft in her nose bringing with it such a foreboding feeling that it was a wonder how anyone could feel welcomed in such a place. Maybe it wasn't used to many visitors, which she could have assumed by the mistress alone. Something about it told her not to continue, but yet she did. Jace was this way and just like any other time, she found herself following. His whimpering had eventually fallen silent, leaving Juna in the quietness as well.*

"Jace?"*She quietly called once more after it the absence of noise had drawn in for too long. There was the faint sound of claws clattering against the floor. Soon enough Jace would appear in her view, his tail tucked between his legs while his ears remained lowered in his return. Juna stooped down to pick him up, giving him a small pat on his head as the feeling of reassurance washed over her.*"Jace..."*She rose back up to her full height with the Jackal cradled in her arms, eventually finding herself gazing in the direction that he had came from. What had left him in such state? Surely there wasn't some large predator roaming the mansion, right?*"What's over there Jace...?"*She questioned in a hushed tone.*