Write it off

Her call would be answered shortly, the male calling out her name and her old title. Ah, The Black Butterfly. She chuckled softly at the thought. She had changed since then, and she could tell that Quelt had as well.

"Quelt, good to see an old friend, especially you." She would say in a polite tone, dipping her obsidian crown respectfully at the male. He held himself in a high posture, almost in a dominant one. She would pick herself up and her topaz eyes would land on his newly gained scars, the girl shifting and sitting down upon her haunches, wrapping her dark tail around her paws. "How have you been, Quelt?" Soft tones would ask him in curiosity of what he may have accomplished while she was gone. She would watch him with perked ears, awaiting his response patiently.