"Kyra, huh?... Okay then." He didn't recognize the name, so that may be a good sign. On the other hand, one doesn't usually know who they're fighting in war when it comes to individuals. From there, Black followed Kyra quietly, letting her lead the way and choose the hunting spot. She spoke again after they'd traveled a certain distance. A silence set in in the moment before Black responded. The wind stood still but a moment later picked up again. All the insects seemed to start chattering much louder. It was eerie, and more than likely, just his imagination.<br/><br/>"The truth is," he started, his hands thrust in his pockets and his eyes scanning the treetops, "I really don't have a choice in the matter. If he gives me a direct command I have no choice but to follow it. You see this?" he brought his right hand out of his pocket, holding its back to Kyralae so she could see the black etchings burned into his hand, "This is the mark of a familiar. But I'd say it's more accurate to call me his slave. At least until he dies."