Moonspear something blue

They had a strange way about them Whip thought, but he was in no position to object. These circumstances were favorable. 

While so often reluctant to lay down roots, Whip settled on this mountain well enough. Adjustments would have to be made -- simple course corrections of thought and behavior to better preserve the peace. He could do that, and he would see that the effort of turning the individual into a piece of a larger whole would not be in vain.

Or, it would all fall apart -- who could really tell?

When summoned, Whip answered. Others would come to gather, all called by name. One had already arrived to Sialuk's ulaq. So this was one of the others she called to her bed. Whip's appraising gaze rested on him briefly. Sullen eyes were like a mirror reflecting back at him. Perhaps Sialuk had a type. Sad boy squad, assemble.

He offered a soft chuff, simple greetings, before turning his attention to Sialuk.