She has heard of the Behemoth?!

As they followed the strange rabbit girl and the vampire Veridian grew steadily more excited. His tail wriggled, side to side with unlimited energy and his heart thumped like a steady drum. Nose raised to the sky Philomel could feel the desire within him, the want to let his fiery heart awake and become great - shed his skin, burn with flames and quadruple in size to be the ravenous, angry monster that was his enraged state.

That which the Behemoth had made possible.

I love you, but I do not think that will be helpful right now, Philomel chided to him, running a hand over his fur as she passed him. A shiver ran up her spine as she did - like static but warmer. Concerned, she looked down to him and she could see that his eyes were glowing with glimmers of ferocious embers.

Careful …

But imagine if there is a part of him here, Veridian said excitedly, chittering vocally. Loudly, like the calls of a sparrow.

That seemed to get the interest of the rabbit girl and the vampire. Looking back they gave the fox and faun pair a curious look, each in their own unique ways. Philomel smiled apologetically, and waved a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Just ignore us.’

The rabbit spirit smiled and seemed to take that into heart. The vampire, the one deemed unlucky, did not. A root of confusion, or something approaching suspicion …

Slipping forward, Philomel went to go and stand with her and smiled awkwardly.

“He is excited,” she explained. “Sorry … the rabbit said your name was Rianna, yes? You are vampire? I have never met one. I do not actually have any in my army at all.”

Then she paused and grinned. “Yes, I have my own army … sort of.”