No words were needed, and for this the tawny woman was grateful, for even though Nina was one of them, she was not him. She finally relaxed enough to realise the amount of time that had passed and she suddenly started, raising herself to her feet with a worried glance in the direction she had left her son. She had come here to hunt for him so that his small belly would not go empty for another night and yet here she was, delaying her return to his side with an old friend. Guilt seeped into her core, visibly she wilted.

Digging through her mind she found a word. "Son. Adonis..." her worried look to the sky said it all. She needed to move. Gathering her muscles beneath her she moved swiftly without a backwards glance, vanishing amongst the trees like the ghost of the past that she was.

They would meet again.