You can worship the ashes // Bonfire

[Kold]

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PITT

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To put it simply, Kold was quite happy with how everyone was showing up. A glance to each of the attendees, making notes of who to talk to at some point before this was all over with. Her ebony eyes caught onto Night's nervous movements and she snorted. But aside from that, a fair amount of them had stuck to the sidelines. Oh, well. They were there, that's all that counted.

His presence was one the Marauder had learned to sense after a while. Ridiculously elegant and a subject of jealousy for the wolf-rottweiler. She shifted her weight and stopped chewing on the bone to look toward him for a second, stealing a glance before he approached. Stupidly good looking, even for someone who looked like an oversized rat with mange. The firelight framed him perfectly.

Though his appearance gave her heart a jump, his voice almost kickstarted it. Though her smile didn't waver, concern echoed in her mind. Hopefully she wasn't getting sick. "Olalla. Pleased to see you here." She chimed, using all her willpower not to wag her tail.