Friends warming themselves by the fire was a common sight to behold in these woods. Often the tales of strange creatures found the ears of eager youngsters who would then spend a merry evening gallivanting throughout the forest in hopes of finding said fantasies. Oh, how Kellen enjoyed playing with them for those few blissful hours before sending them on their way. Though this group seemed different than the others; they appeared quite tired and downtrodden; perhaps they were fleeing from something? Kellen's thoughts drifted back to the men who had surrounded him on the path.

Dazed in thought, Kellen wasn't aware of how exposed her was. He attempted to shuffle back behind the shrubbery, but the young Elf had caught wind of him. She spoke in a tongue that was familiar to him, even though he could not speak it himself. Regardless, she seemed to be offering sanctuary to the Fey.

Emerging from the woods as cautiously as he had moved whilst within them, Kellen approached the fire without a sound. Crouching down by the flame, Kellen tucked his feathered knees up his chest and hugged them tight. He offered a curt nod and a warm smile to the Elf, awaiting for her to address him once more before speaking.