He may not have been very good at identifying most supernatural creatures but when it came to ones relatively close to his specie, ones involved with magic at least, he could easily tell. Thorn met her (unsurprisingly) deep in the woods, on the way to the meadow for his daily dose of meditation. What was unusual about the woman...or the witch, in this case, was that there was an air of calmness that cocooned her, much like the calmness he felt during meditation. He wasn’t so sure if it was a spell, but it was enough to lure him in.
Their encounter was silent--curious but nevertheless, silent. She had raised both her hands, and Thorn mimicked the movement, pressed his own to hers and they looked at each other, their eyes roaming every minute detail of of their faces. He couldn’t remember how exactly they had ended up in the bed of flowers at the meadow he was initially headed to, but they were there. His arms were wrapped around her like they would a lover, his lips brushing over hers, tracing across her jawline, down her neck, and stopping just at her collar bone. It was inexplicable, the force that drove Thorn to such heights, but he didn’t care much at the moment. He kissed her there, softly, tenderly, like she were something he had treasured all his life.