Silver Moraine Help me polarize

It was pretty fucking chill here, all things considered, although he was looking forward to getting to Drageda. What was taking so long, anyway? He understood that Heda was nostalgic over old times, and wanted to check out the places that she held so dear once before, but like. . .come on. Vercingetorix wasn't a sentimental dude; he didn't understand shit like this.

Oh well, though. He wasn't calling the shots. He should be generous that she had asked him to come, in the first place.

The moraine separated the maplewood from some nasty-looking plains--fire or some shit. He wandered down it tonight, looking for something to get into. It was looking pretty grim until he saw the angel ahead, the moonlight bouncing off her ivory pelt. His own ivory teeth gleaming in a dark face, he gave a bark, his breath fogging on the cold air, and trotted toward her with not a small amount of swagger.

Hey, girl--what're you up to? Verx asked once he'd gotten within speaking distance, cocking his head. Cutie, no doubt. Pretty eyes, too. . .like the sunset. She looked kinda pissy, which sucked, though maybe he could make her night better. He would certainly try, at least.