Moonspear the heavens swung their blinding gates

steals patrolling thread

by now, terance's shoulder was alright. it was still a little sore but he was good to walk and patrol now. he was on his way to the borders, ignoring the weather as it pillowed down onto him. each flake was giant, weighed down and falling fast. he wished it'd lighten up, he was getting sick of trudging through the snow just so he could do his job-- it was so much extra effort. and truthfully? the weather was really fucking with him mentally. he tried to push it away, at least for now, since he was feeling okay ish... again, at least for now.

on his way, he came across dirge. despite hydra's high praise, dirge was not his favorite. he had a certain charisma that terance simply lacked-- and that gave him the upper hand when it came to lyra, who had given all of her attention (at least in his mind) to dirge. 

though always inwardly petty, terance kept it to himself-- as per usual-- and gave a bark to grab the guys attention. "hey, dirge," he greeting, padding up, "mind if i join?"