Birds suddenly erupted in the canopy above as a roar shook the tranquility of the waking jungle. They screamed and squawked their alerts and complaints as they took wing, shuffling the canopy and swirling up into the sky as a hoard, only to move and resettle inches away from where they had taken off from. 'Birds' Ridley shook his head. 'So predictable'. Predictability is what got you killed. Ridley had not startled at the sudden outcry when it had occurred. He'd simply lifted his head, pointed it in the direction the sound had came from, and listened. A lion in a jungle was not unusual, so why did the birds seem so alarmed? Abnormal his mind whispered to him. Curious it suggested. Ridley resisted. He had a goal, a mission in mind. He was supposed to be looking for his herb to help his studies.
Irregular. Unexpected. It couldn't hurt to look in that general direction. He might find what he was looking for, or maybe the disrupter could aid him. The roar had been distant, too far for Ridley to witness the destruction of the sapling as it had undergone attack. He had also been too far away to hear the conversation between the two about the death not-death that they had endured. What Ridley hadn't been too far away from was overhearing how someone was going to murder someone for murdering them.
Ridley froze in his tracks, his silver eyes now filled with more curiosity than ever. A reborn? But, how could that be? He had not worked on Her behalf to deliver souls back to the living realm recently. Had it been one of the others? Curious his mind echoed within as the chance encounter grew more and more interesting with each passing breath.
Ridley stepped from underbrush and foliage as casually as one might walk up and greet a friend. Any indicator that he recognized personal space as a thing was absent as he approached and inspected the not one but two creatures before him. He eyed the creatures as they stood, unsure if animal was even an appropriate term to use for them. His head tilted as he studied them in silence, a silence that lingered into an uncomfortable amount of time. Whether the other interrupted his studies by talking or not, he would not respond to any of his questions. He would simply ask one single question of his own: "Who delivered your soul back to this realm?"