Northstar Vale see you drifting past the fog

warsbane's exploration continues; driven by both a search some pragmatic part of his mind tells him is fruitless and the thrill of the unbridled freedom of being nothing more than a dashing adventurer. answering to nothing and no one but his own whims of fancy.

at least, until the snows came in.

it herds him into the vale nestled in the cradle of the sunspire. it is a bit surprising to him that he found this place, or that it even exists. vastly different from the fjords of the tundra he had called home, he thinks of it as a garden of eden.

as the snow slows, but layers heavily still, he roams the vale; keen gaze studious.

@Siku was not present.

his scent was not on the edges.

her calls - sparse - went unanswered.

what had happened to him and his?

relocation; presumed. the mountains carefully crossed. in two days she saw no вукови. markings, waste, caches, dens; nothing.

the valley was calming.

lakes frozen thickly. she placed a paw to test - felt no water beneath.

daring took hold.

medalina advanced, listening for crack of ice, slush of water.

crunch of snow.

her head turned. braids swayed.

large вук . scarring on лице, on рамена, on ноге.

she stilled, face in profile. watched for his reaction to her presence.