[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
Dante stood beneath the sparse shade of the plainside trees, the wind tugging at his fur-lined coat hanging from his shoulders. Tamamo-no-Mae—nine golden tails swaying lazily—perched atop him, her chin propped on one tiny paw as she mused aloud.
"Echidna, hm?" she said, ears twitching with a flicker of genuine interest. "I didn't expect to hear that name here of all places."
They had regrouped only minutes earlier. Dante and Gretchen had returned from the 'hunt', explained what happened, and now the party stood scattered around a small ring of trees: Ivan rubbing his hands together for warmth, Alexander leaning against a trunk with crossed arms, and Gretchen folded neatly into the shadows of another tree.
"You've been in Álfheimr longer than I have," Dante started. "I thought you might know more."
