Hideaway Strath he walks the field at night

omen inclined her head to the ice-titan's stare, respectful of his sentimental claim here and mindful to the air of somber thoughts he wore around him like a wreath -- a wolf with always more than one reason to keep her distance. "you're one of the lucky ones then," she mused in a hush, glancing away to the dirt before her as she seemed to remember something she held both with great fondness and regret. even the darkness of her features could not hide the intensity with which she reminisced.

when she returned her eyes to the male, she looked sympathetic. "still, she must have truly been something... leavin' an impression like this on you." Even after all that time he couldn't count.