Ravenshook Cliffs moonglow

the stranger submitted, and it ended the spur of rage in velen's body. thick breath was snorted over the newcomer's nape; he drew in the scent of ford tangled lightly in the golden male's withers and backed a few paces. however, he did not apologize; defense of the bay was proper at all times. instead, velen turned his gaze to the sea and settled some distance away, in affable silence if anything.