Third person POV
After a long sprint, Ronan arrived at Ravika's shank hollow. The atmosphere in this place eerier than he even imagined. Thick black smoke drifted from the hut. The scary background noises doesn't seems to move him, in fact he has heard them more times than he could count.
He takes a quick scan of the environment, heads for trees, shifted and slipped into his fur robe. He goes into the old hut, his head slightly bowed, when he made his way in. There he see Ravika, eyes close, her orbs turning with blurry thick fog.
She doesn't open it even for a second, Ronan stepped in and taking his seat in front of her.
"To what do I bring this visit." Ravika says, eyes still shut.
Ronan clear his throat, for once he know he really doubts Ravika, but his son's condition has made him
