Hushed Willows hunter's seeker

vague but i figured he'd tag along if u don't mind

They roved and he followed, the plains falling away to frozen marshland then forest as the northman trailed the white woman never close but never far. He scrounged from their kills, tracked the path of old prey through the trees until he found what he was looking for; a fresh scent.

@Sivaak's tracks were not alone, much to Randolf's surprise. A smaller set of paw-prints - a girl (@Sobeille) - walked beside her and, upon investigating further, was cloaked in the same musk and pine. He had not thought of her as the collaborative type, but he had been wrong before.

Curiosity and duty drew him onwards through the trees, ears flicking as he rumbled something between a greeting and a question.

Sivaak paused mid-step, her crimson gaze slicing toward the sound of movement behind her. The wind carried the faint musk of another—familiar, though unexpected—and her lips curled slightly, revealing teeth still stained with the remnants of their last kill. She turned, her scarred frame looming as Randolf’s hulking form emerged through the sparse trees.

His rumble carried something between acknowledgment and inquiry, and Sivaak’s ears flicked as though considering whether or not to entertain it. Beside her, Sobeille lingered, the smaller wolf’s presence dwarfed by Sivaak’s bulk. Her gaze settled briefly on Randolf before she snorted, a sound that seemed both dismissive and amused.

”Brave man to follow Sivaak.” She comments with the lax swish of her tail. The only thing to stop her from descending on the man was that deep, innate longing for kin that all Muradoii felt. A Muradoii was not meant to be alone.

Perhaps why she had been so eager to take Sobeille from her home.

just a single cameo to get this in sobeille’s threadlog. please skip me, I’ll keep an eye on this thread and pop in if specifically addressed <3

a man followed them. sobeille first became aware of his steps minutes before, but the huntress she followed remained unbothered.

when sivaak turned to address the strange grumble the man uttered, sobeille stood steadfast at her side. she made no pains to visually measure this man against every metric of worth she could summon; the hard glint of her gaze communicating he fell woefully short.

all good!

Like an ice bear, Sivaak's figure was unmistakably large and imposing even in the dim shadows of the forest. And next to her, the girl. The difference in size drew a throaty noise of amusement from the northman as he regarded them both with intense curiosity. There must have been some merit to the ruddy child for the huntress to keep her around.

He raised an eyebrow at her snort, shoulders rolling to ease some tension from the air. Though Sivaak perhaps knew he posed no threat, the girl did not if her distasteful glare was anything to go by. "You have company," Randolf addressed the white woman with a curt nod before his head tilted slightly in thought.

It had taken some deliberation before he had decided to trail after them and he was faintly pleased to hear her praise. Brave man, she had called him, and although there was a hint of humour behind her words, a wave of longing curled in his chest. He wished to fight with her again, if she allowed it.