"He seems like a good person," Asra agreed, his smile a softer thing at the memory of their discussion. He'd always had a softer side for people who seemed to want to find the good in the world around them, especially when they could see how dark it could also be.

He watched as Symon's fingers explored the healed flesh and was pleased that there didn't seem to be any signs of pain. "Ah, he told me a few things," he answered teasingly, his smile more secretive now. "I might have shared something in return."

His lips parted to continue teasing, but Asra was cut off as a low, warbling sound reached them. It sounded like the howl of a wolf-- almost. There was something off about the sound, almost like it was being mimicked by something that wasn't quite getting it right. Like there was something fundamentally wrong with the throat that made the sound.

It raised the hairs on the back of his neck and Asra stared wide-eyed at the entrance of the cave. "That wasn't very far from here," he murmured, still staring.