Fenris flinches when he hears the voice in his head, his ears not picking up any sound from the other person. He goes still to stare at the man with obvious question in his eyes. Was that in his head as it felt like it was? It was hard to say, but it didn't feel like anything he was used to..

Yet, instead of questioning it right now, he chooses to question it later and nods. Later he would ask about this strange magic he's never experienced before. He was trying to be more understanding of magics of other worlds, but it was hard when things reminded him of demons or blood magic so often as they did. Both things he didn't tolerate well.

Moving into the darkness, he sticks to the path that takes them further from the water and quietly skulks through the darkness, his barefeet silent on the ground in a way that's natural, as if used to going undetected, even with a greatsword the same size as himself.