"My question comes up being, ‘why is an ancient divinity such as yourself (no doubt some sort of angel) wandering around in the cold wilderness of New Zealand, in a concentrated area of other supernaturals, and on earth, a place so far from heaven?'” Adonael looked away at the question. "That is none of your business," he said coldly. Shaylee transformed back into her faery form and stormed back into the forest, seemingly waiting for the other two. She seemed displeased, from what Aondael could tell, but he didn't particularly care. He shot the vampire a glare before turning his back to him, folding his wings tightly to his back.
Adonael pushed past Shaylee gently, making his way back to the rock where he'd slept. He didn't turn back to see if the other two were following him. He shook the bit of snow from his wings and continued on. When he got to the spot, he sat upon the rock, back still to where the others would be.