Immediately she stepped in, a waft of beast smell hit her right in the face, making her nearly take a step back reflexively.
She paused for a moment, before quickly adjusting and stepping forward.
"Ah. She is here," a deep baritone voice spoke from ahead, and Althea looked forward to see the speaker.
It was a hugely built man, shirtless, with tattoos snaking all over his bare-chested bronze skin.
He was sitting at the head of a round circle made up of others dressed the same as him, save for a few others who were more modest in their dressing. Beside the man was a creature that looked like a mix between feline and avian. Black and regal-looking. It was the source of the heavy beast smell that permeated the tent.
The creature's eyes locked on to her immediately she came into view, particularly onto her shadow, as if it could sense the gateway to her soul masses.
Althea noted the acute senses of the creature flittingly, before returning her gaze to the man of authority.
