Of course Perceval was so much more than her research indicated. Such things were often filled with half truths and out and out lies by design. The predators after all would never allow the prey to become too well informed. In fact with their own hierarchy the young of their kind were not that well informed less their cannibalistic tendencies manifest themselves.<br/><br/>And his sharp, and slightly pointed ears picked up her stop when she left his chambers. It also picked up the racing of her heart. Just like he was privy to her surface thoughts and knew his cover had been blown. Of course now her fate was sealed one way or another as he simply could not let her go with such knowledge. She would either be brought into his fold in one capacity or another or simply disposed of. There were no other options.<br/><br/>So as her host pondered she was allowed to wander of her own devices. Soon finding herself in a moonlit garden courtyard. It was filled with thorny rose bushes of various types including some unusual ones that still bloomed and were a brilliant black in the cool moon light.