[ Well that's certainly one way to introduce yourself. Black Bolt had been in the middle of the far room, seated on the floor with legs crossed neatly under him, meditating in the silence of the forest. But Koltira's approach had broken that silence in a most unnatural way — noises that even the undead don't tend to make, and far too heavy to be some small anima — and stirred his attention. His eyes open just as Koltira sets himself down, visible through the doorway.

There are a few seconds where he just stares, and any surprise at the intrusion is well covered. After he's gained all the information he can through just a silent stare from a dozen feet away he rises to his feet. He doesn't approach Koltira directly. Instead he heads with soft footsteps toward a corner of the room just next to the door, where a bucket full of rain water has been set.

Just in case this guy wants to wash any blood away, yanno. ]