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The moon was glorious and full as Dwenna set out into the night, deep amethyst wings spread to fully fide the swirling air currents. Oddly enough, she found herself rather listless this night, neither in the mood for her usual schematics or to hunt. The game was just far too easy for her taste tonight, but she figured she'd be able to pull at least a few choice bits if she really needed to before long.

It seemed, perhaps, for another, that the time was right. Debris caught up in its own tiny whirlwind as she landed gracefully, knees bent ever so slightly for the briefest of moments as Dwenna touched ground, pulling her wings close about her dove gray body like a leathery cloak. A pale, clawed hand ran through her short, disheveled hair and steel gray eyes glittered with curiosity as she looked around her.

Alone, it seemed, for now. Others would come; they always did. And, in her mind, they would fall. but that time was farther off. She needed something to amuse herself now. Sitting around and twiddling her thumbs had never been much of a pastime.

A night that had once seemed peaceful was swiftly interrupted, much to Dwenna's displeasure. There was a snapping sound from somewhere behind her, echoing out into the otherwise gentle night, and a rather impressive series of crashes. Though her instincts screamed 'human' (because there was simply no way any gargoyle would admit to that sort of ruckus), she spun like a predator, claws bared, wings opened and ready to strike. But what she saw was, indeed, a clansman, acting as though he'd fully intended to full and, thus, startle her (which she highly disliked) from the very beginning.

And...was he talking to the tree? Dwenna's brows shot up at his rather roughish smile and general care-less demeanor. Well now...

"I suppose so." She eased from her offensive state, now someone bemused as she eyed the gray-green gargoyle. "Do you have these fits often, or is this merely for show?" She couldn't help it, the corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly at the situation. So long as it wasn't her on the ground like that.

He had a sense of humor, she had to give him that, and he could stand a little abuse at his own expense. Not bad. Even better, he was able to rise without the offer of help, though she'd thought to give one. It meant he was strong enough to stand on his own; a formidable companion, perhaps. Someone worth watching, at least. That, or he'd done it enough times that he simply did it by instinct.

"Without an audience, though, who's to know it's off but you and the trees?" she asked as she swung an arm out to indicate their rooted watchers. She couldn't help the slight indication of a smile, nor thee way it grew into a small, easy grin. Laughter may be a bit harder to provoke, but for all purposes, she seemed in a good enough mood. For now, anyway.

"The name's Dwenna." She nodded as Alister closed his wings about him, sending a brief gust her way as he did so. It was the sort of face that would look odd, she decided, without a smile or a spark of mirth.

"So, other than keeping the trees company, what brings you out here tonight?" A little curiosity never hurt, after all. Or was it that a little curiosity only hurt a little?

Amusing as he was, Dwenna was also finding Alister to be rather observant in his own way. At the mention of an unseen audience, however, her eyes flew to the skies, starless and deep velvet. There was no sight of any of their other clansmen, but she'd intended it that way. Alister had become something of a complication. Still, she managed to open the smile a bit, revealing a flash of white teeth and just a bit of jauntiness that seemed to say, "I know" - even if she didn't.

"Thank you," she offered appreciatively. Stroking another gargoyle's ego was usually a good thing, especially when it came to Dwenna. Perhaps a bit dangerously so, if you were to inflate and pop it in the same breath, but she usually kept herself under some sort of control. Usually.

"Your own seems rather fitting," she decided approvingly. Masculine? Sure. Graceful? Maybe not so much. She shook her head at his bantering antics. "Quite a bit, I think, if you decided to fall asleep in a tree." Her gaze wandered to the forest around them momentarily, as though preoccupied, toes curling slightly in the moist earth, and offered a slight shrug.

"A moment of peace before duty calls," she admitted. Hunting was sounding like a good idea in the back of her mind. If nothing else, if he was bored or curious, she could use it as an excuse to lure him out and away from her original objective.

Most of the normal pleasantries involved in a greeting had been exchanged, Dwenna tilting her head to the side at Alister's uncommitted shrug. That name was starting to sound awfully familiar. She was almost certain she'd heard it bellowed through the mountains on occasion. She shook her head and brought her thoughts back to the present as his question.

"Among other things, yes." She nodded. "The animals here are quick to catch on, though, so I usually find somewhere else if I'm bringing a beast in." It was the nature of things, after all, to hunt or be hunted, and you always knew which one you were. Only once had Dwenna ever thought herself hunted, and she had no intention of experiencing that again. Ever.

It was then she noticed the bottom of his slingshot protruding from the top of his loincloth, though she merely raised her brow again. It was easy to see her amusement as her pride took a backseat. She was beginning to think she knew where she'd heard his name before.

"Yourself?" she made a small gesture to the slingshot as she spoke. "Though I highly doubt it's for hunting."

"Maybe so," Dwenna agreed with a slight nod. She herself didn't see much in the way of hunting other than necessity. They needed to eat, and unlike humans, they didn't waste what they hunted, and it certainly wasn't for sport. If Dwenna wanted a challenge (and she loved a challenge), then she'd go looking for a heavily dexterous gargoyle or something. She preferred a swift death for the creatures who would fall as her victims, but had this horrible tendency to hunt without weapons unless she had to. Some called her barbaric, others foolish, and the truly honest ones, stupid. You just never knew what sort of hostilities you'd run into when hunting.

She noticed the way his eyes lit up at the idea of slinging someone with a slew of pebbles, and couldn't help the small, wry chuckle that escaped her lips. Now she knew why she'd heard the name from before.

"I see. Remind me to keep you in sight in some way whenever possible."