Even as the stranger's bow was lowered Cearia kept the arrow trained on him. She only stood down with the nod from her mate. As Iss-Ka scampered closer to Anjali, Cearia placed the arrow back in its quiver but remained holding her bow on approach, equally confused. All in the Undead Fires had heard of Matier and was presumed dead. A witch as powerful as she would have come to find clan and her daughter, Cearia thought.

Her confusion only deepened with how Anjali responded to the nightbrother and made it plain upon her face. Green eyes widened at the respect her usually intolerant attitude toward any male - even if they were well mannered. Was Cearia's more lenient views being slowly adopted by her leader and mate, or was it because this man was born of Matier's blood.

On the other hand, Anjali didn't offer a proper introduction so neither would Cearia. She remained vigilant, looking for any signs of duplicity as she was not gifted as her mate in the ways of magick to sense for such threats. The gods brought them here, but it would be foolish to keep her guard down.