Something was off.
It was like what one may describe as a 'disturbance in the force.' What that meant for Killdare, was the distinct change in smells that rolled through the pines. His nares flexed as her scented, trying to discern just what that new smell was. Perhaps another of the herd had had some luck in the field, bringing home yet another new addition to their steadily growing numbers. The chamber had been fruitful of late. He had seen several new faces, timidly trailing behind one of his own known family. They had been blessed. That coupled with the surprising visit from the fairies, and his Queens newly gained powers. Well, let's just say Killdare had high hopes for their growing Kingdom.
His curiosity and sense of duty unrelenting, Killdare made his way through the pines. Gently caressing each one with his barrel as he progressed, rolling against the bark. It may have seemed strange to some, his progression marked with scenting, the occasional taste of the earth. Much like a hound he followed his nose as he broke through the cover of the wood. He could feel that familiar thud thud thud against his daggers, the pace seeming quickened and urgent. Whatever, or whoever had come was stirring up feelings in the heart of the Chamber. He quickened then, only giving him more steam as he caught sight of Straia's ravens moving with intent, the flicker of spun gold in the distance told him Engel was already there.
He knew very well they could both take care of themselves, however his sense of purpose told him he need be there. Alert, a backdrop to the Queen and his herd, in case he was needed. The rest of the way seemed merely breaths long, he weaved in claiming a spot near the Queens thigh. His placement behind but between the two females, a silent sentinel he stood. A mare of smoke, and mirrors stared back at them. Anaxarete . Killdare caught just the name emerging from Straia's maw, he met the strangers cold blue eyes with his own sea glass stare.
He was mindful of her, inclined that there was some sort of sorcery in the clearing, and it was not his Queen's ravens.
Dutiful Soldier|Captain of the Chamber