Wolf RPG - do you walk in the valley of kings

A huff escaped him as he finally came to the borders of Mahler’s realm. Relief swept through him at the regal’s scent—a sign that despite his ailing health, the grizzled man was still of this world.

Icy eyes scanned Rivenwood as he dropped the hare carcass to the frozen ground. Autumn was just beginning to end—winter would be upon them, and the silver man was quick to hope he would reside here as a more permanent resident.

With resolve of a pending reunion that he was uncertain of what the outcome would be, Argent tipped his muzzle back, eliciting a gentle howl and beckoning a keeper of Rivenwood to find his presence at their borders.

argent would find mahler perhaps more spare, but the light of his eyes had not gone diminished.
he came to stand before the handsome son of his kill-brother.
"you vill find rivenvood changed," the gargoyle said, voice warm despite its hoarseness.
he felt that he had led far too long. argent's return, however welcome, did indeed reflect back upon his own age and unsteady footing at the head of the pack.