Moonspear in mountains that are stacked with fear.

Ever since they had discussed that they needed to do something, little had happened. There'd been a few awkward run-ins but nothing big had happened. Nothing but the brewing feeling that something was about to happen. He'd tried to shake it off, hoped that it wasn't true, but at this point it would not be a big surprise if he would receive word that something happened somehow.

When the Liffey's call came, he frowned and continued his pace along the borders in her direction. Ears perked forward when he arrived, carrying his body dominantly as he always did along the borders, and he cast her a questioning glance while battling the churning feeling in his gut that something bad was about to happen — a feeling he hadn't been able to shake ever since Alya'd told him she didn't trust Rannoch and Liffey.