Plum had followed the hunt team for a while, though all of them seemed to be acting strange. They had cut glances to one another and had distanced themselves as much as they could without leaving her behind. Her nerves were on fire with worry, her gut telling her something was amiss. She did not feel to be in danger, yet. She was a night nymph after all and that is why she was usually with the hunt team. She was the only one who had a chance of getting through to Ghost during the hunt. Even then, it was always a risk.<br/><br/>Plum barely prevented herself from bumping into one of the members of the team. The person scrambled away from her as a terrible crunchy squelch was heard in the background. She took a few steps back. She hadn't been paying attention and had realized too late that they had lost Ghost---only for him to reappear to pick off each member of the hunt team. Plum stood in horror, but didn't dare move. She wasn't an idiot, Ghost was a predator and she would be damned if she were prey.<br/><br/>It was no sooner the thought had passed that Ghost was standing in front of her, though he was looking at the rest of the members of the hunt team. She silently backed away a little at a time, wishing to distance herself from Ghost. Her instincts screamed at her more clearly than ever before to hold still. She knew better than to ignore it and paused in her movements as she winced at the remaining members of the team being ripped apart. There was nothing she could have done for them. She felt it in her bones that there was no way that she could have soothed Ghost's beast on this hunt. He was going to murder the hunt team no matter what she could have possible said. It was best to let him go on that.<br/><br/>His hulking form stood in front of her, heaving as blood dripped from his fur. She took in a breath and averted her eyes immediately. Subconsciously her body had begun pulling energy from the night around her to store as energy lest she had to defend herself from Ghost. A low rumble emitted through the area and Plum recognized it as his growl of victory. She gave a slight sag of relief. It meant she was going to survive. Even with that information, a part of Plum was terrified.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Kallista allowed Silas to correct her assumptions. She, of course, gave him the chance to explain himself, though quite grumpily. ""You misunderstand, sheill. Or perhaps I should have spoken differently..." She rolled her eyes some, though resisted the urge to comment. "I would never wish for our lives to go back to the constant violence of the Four Kingdoms, or having to constantly look over our shoulders while escorting the dragoness. But you have lived a decade and more letting your fear rule you, Kallista. I do not wish to walk beside a woman bathed in blood, only one who is not afraid to do so..." Silas explained. Kallista gave a sharp look toward Silas, curious but cautious.<br/><br/>"Fighting, killing, war...they are in my blood. I have been spilling blood in one way or another for so long, I imagine I would feel lost were I to stop." The pale woman watched as Silas gave a wistful smile, "I do not wish that for you, and do not think my love for you has lessened this past decade. I love you more daily, and I will continue to do so until the Last Sleep claims me and beyond." And just like that, Kallista's annoyance toward Silas dissipated and she couldn't help but give a small smile. He was always writing little poems here and there for her--even after 700 years.<br/><br/>It was at that moment Kallista realized Silas had come to a stop. She paused in her own actions, staring back at Silas with question. He seemed quite humored as he spoke, "I do not recall why we are tracking the White Wolf." The woman gave a snort, "We are trying to see if the woman is the White Wolf's mate....and if he has any control over himself....and judging by the air..." she said, giving a slight sniff, "He's killed all of them but her. Perhaps more evidence is needed for your satisfaction, but I do believe we have our answers...and I do not wish to intrude upon such an intimate moment." By intimate moment, Kallista definitely meant she did not wish to have her ass kicked.