Blackfeather Woods take it in your heart now

crap post sorry -- just wanted to get this done!

The foreign howl sends thundering paws beckoningly to the borders; an unfamiliar presence lurking in the distance. A woman -- of pale body and dark head -- stood awaiting the leader of the dark woods, accompanied by a male Vaati recalls quite explicitly. Arrille, his supposed half-brother. In turn, he recalls the white lie he had told the boy that day about the northerner's fate.

The tale of Kjalarr's untimely death, a fabrication Vaati had conjured up to explain the abandonment he had faced by the man himself; left atop the Spire to face his life fatherless. Drawing himself from the depth of the deep dark of the woods, the yearling's striking contrast against the shadows paves his way for a glorified entrance, demanding attention as he halts before the strange woman and his estranged half-brother. "Speak." Vaati commands lowly, his tone reeks of tired impatience brought on by the stress and threat of war. Patience is something he does not hold at the moment, the tense in his form and irk of his brow shown as physical proof of his vexation. They have caught him at a bad time, a fact that trivializes what they have come to say.