Ilya's head shot up and he looked around, but saw nothing. This in no way kept Raven from moving over to Ilya's side, placing a hand on his back. The mutant relaxed without understanding why, struggling to try and sense with his mind what Dolemeck was apparently seeing with his eyes. Even though Raven's black-clad figure is behind him with those features that make it so hard for outsiders to tell if he's male or female, Ilya can't see him. "Dole? Stay with me, here." He bites his lip, unnerved by this turn in events.

Ngukwa-Sikita is tall and thin, his fur coat both extremely intricate in design and covered with dirt and ash from the waist down. His hair is long and falls in one thick braid to the ground, his eyes sharp and large - Chukchi eyes despite the gray tinge to his skin. His eyes are like dark mirrors, reflective and giving off no emotion.

"Dolemeck of the clan Night. You have passed every test, and endured. Malinatka feels you have endured long enough, and so in agreement I come on both our behalves. You do not have to endure any longer if you don't desire it." He holds out one hand, voice not unkind, glove worn bare by time, trickery and trials he himself had endured. "The night sky is ready for your arrival."