Moonspear Idle hands

Tevinter's patrol of the border paused when the howl rose through the air, recognizable as Wildfire's voice, calling out to him. For a moment, this stunned the scarred twin and he tried to reason through it, while shifting through his guilt that he'd basically been blowing everyone off since his argument with Floki. In truth, he'd made it his purpose to avoid everyone since then. He knew what he wanted, and he figured the only way he could get Charon to at least listen to it (Tev didn't expect much of anything else but if he would at least listen that was all he could really ask for) he would have to be cutthroat and brash about it. Like Ragnar. His father, from Thistle's stories, had been abrasive and brash, never one to dance around the bush and ...Tev was left with the assumption that while this behavior probably hurt a lot of feelings that it had gotten his father far in life. “Yeah, I'm on my way,” He responded back after he weighed the pros and cons of it for a moment.

She hadn't done anything wrong (technically neither did Floki, but that was not an argument he wanted to revisit anytime soon) and it wasn't fair of him to exclude her; never mind the fact that everyone, even Thistle, had been avoided by him since that fight. It took him a while to find her though he'd caught and followed her scent to her location. At first she blended into the shadows around her until he drew nearer, pausing to leave space between them. “Hey,” He greeted her.