Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

On such a note, Scimitar had to resist the urge to quicken his pace, his thoughts torn between ensuring Saena’s pack was well, or returning home swiftly to keep harm from coming to his pack. Yet he knew Eshe would be disappointed if he returned without word of this Goober fellow – especially as she seemed so fond of Charon.. something he had yet to truly understand why, spare that the guy was some distant cousin.
 
Goldhawk’s words kept him grounded for the time, though one ear flickered in mild disappointment at the mention of Kyron, who’s scent had disappeared from their home for quite some time. He did not expect the fellow back – and it was likely the man had decided pack life was not for him yet.
 
“Have you been training with Eshe?” The thought of his silver mate panged him – the idea of her having to place herself to battle. And yet, she needed to learn – because devastation tended to follow the Frostfur’s no matter where they went.