Moonspear iron fists

If it was cold in the day, it was even colder when night fell upon them. It gave him a reason to work more. He would warm himself through the tasks set before him. Prey would likely be growing scarce and their borders would need to be heavily reinforced to warn off any bold loners. While Behemoth still did not see himself as a fully integrated individual within Moonspear, he still lived here. And he would be damned if anyone was allowed to just waltz in.

The snow ruined his ebony coat but he did not bother trying to remove it. The efforts would have been wasteful for the snow showed no signs (currently) of halting.

His nostrils flared as he finished marking a tree and spotted another up ahead. A beauty tainted by dark colors. He would have guessed Amekaze but their gaze was all wrong. So he halted in his tracks to watch them with a bright yellow gaze.