Broken Boulder daydream believer

vilkas just wraps up a patrol on the southern border when lily's summons rises through the air, inviting all of the pack to join her. her voice becomes increasingly familiar to the firebrand; it makes sense. thus far, she's the one he's spent the most time with. the raptorial cipher makes his way towards where her howl had risen — after he refreshes the borders a stale part of the borders. his pace is an easy trot, smashing and disrupting the flowers that dominate the field he trudges his way through. the nord is a mixture of amused and bewildered that he feels like he's in some sort of fairy-tale as he moves through the flower field, heavily populated with butterflies of all colors and sizes. thankfully, however, it was not some sort of fairy-tale and soon he's spared his unorthodox thoughts he spots lily's dark coat nearby.

vilkas' steps cease as he draws nearer, seaweed green gaze going from lily to the ivory she-wolf reclining carefree nearby. the firebrand says nothing as his ears cup forth to attention and he sniffs at the air. it is heavily perfumed by the flowers but he is able to discern lily and the ivory woman's scents. gradually, the firebrand's gaze slides back to lily, curious as to what this meeting was about.