Dark Red

Caedes approached Aurelia's den with purpose, his steps deliberate as he navigated through the increasingly familiar territory of the Polar Sound. In his possession, he carried a small bundle wrapped in a bit of damp cloth, the contents carefully secured within. As he drew nearer to Aurelia's healer den, the comforting scent of medicinal herbs mingled with the crisp northern air, guided him to his destination.

Upon reaching the entrance to the den, Caedes paused for a moment, taking in the scent of the entryway to ensure his cousin was not present. It wouldn’t do if Sephiran thought anything was amiss here. Not with his favorite pet. Though Caedes would not be one to stand accused, nor be cowed from doing what he likes – if it was within reason. The soft glow of candlelight spilled from within, casting warm shadows against the frost-covered ground. With an indifferent expression, he again thudded his tail softly against the wall, announcing himself. He had an offering for her, a gift.