Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

She was glad to know Tatkret had come and was here to remain with her. Within the war, he had been a favored companion of hers. He was as much a warrior as she was, and she had bore witness to his savagery as certainly as he had her own. His head landed against her shoulder in the rough gesture befitting a ram, and Sangilak retaliated with a rough nip that he only just evaded with his sidestep. Sangilak snorted and lifted her head imperiously, plume lashing behind her as she revealed to him a fine row of teeth and a fiendish glare that dared him to test her. His gesture was playful, and she had known it; it was difficult to discern whether or not Sangilak was serious herself in the moment, and not a grin nor a smirk betrayed her.

Sangilak slowed enough so that she could snap hellishly at one of his heels before surging forward and upward again. She hoped to arrive to the ocean by noon, and they moved in the witching hour where only the moon watched them, the stars blinded by the cover of cloud.