Duskfire Glacier Pirouette through Misfortune

"Where your beloved Noctisardor once was." It sounded a bit harsher how he responded. He had not taken it back though, his frozen gaze keeping their crystaline surface free of the tarnish regret wanted to impose. It was nothing he regreted, as it was true. Noctisardor was once there. Now his pack had taken over the mountainously shielded ravine.

"This way."

He turned on a void pelted foot, padding back down the huge mountain, her following. She remembered where her old pack once was, didn't she? Or would she pry him with more questions? Best he answered them before she started to annoy him.

"I knew Shadow's brother. Served well under him. We were one in near almost the same. We read eachother pretty well. Raziel was my Alpha, as Shadow was your own."

He continued down the slopes, calculated orbs keepinf watch on which drifts were harmless and which were out to kill him, dead.