Dragoncrest Cliffs keep it 100

need Merc threads come fite me

It wasn't long before he felt settled into the place. Having Helix here helped immensely. It was just like old times, before she had gone off to somefuckin-geda. He had missed her; her presence healed the small hole in his black heart that she'd drilled when she left. Ephraim was a total bro, too, and he was warming up to Tux, Heda's kid.

Uh, speaking of Heda's kids--like, what the fuck happened? Vercingetorix was gonna give Thuringwethil's mate mad props for keeping up with Heda when he learned that she had bounced. She and one of Tux's sisters, plus another kid, and--well, that's all he knew about that. But why? What? Huh?

Oh, well. Her loss, he supposed. He didn't have time for some stupid natronas. He just felt bad for Heda.

Verx stood near the edge of the cliffs, looking out at the waves. It was quite beautiful here, if rugged and savage. A very feral sort of beauty. . .his favorite. He looked forward to staying for a while, if not until he died. You never knew where life took you, but wolves at least had some control of their destiny. And his destiny was here.