Arrow Lake darling you're wild eyed, empty & tongue tied

not many things crept upon the iron warden's border without his knowledge, or without his blessing. he had gathered vigilant wolves and @Mahler in particular had taken to scouring their front lines as the season for their competition lengthened and bloomed. he was looking for the mountain stag now - eager to challenge that hard look of steel lilac to a bit of twilit roughhousing - but a misshapen bit of white on the cusp of his realm caught the dragoon's feral eye; and he watched to see what it would do before making his own move.

the panther slunk closer as the ghostly figure cried her beckoning dirge into the frost-bound atmosphere, approaching with cat-like deliberation. though his march could be more likened to a funeral procession, when taking his grim expression into consideration. he stopped only when he had come within several bounds of the mannerly she-wolf, and it was at this nearness that he knew instantly who she might be.

that fur. those eyes. those scars. stigmata lifted his chin, unwilling to disclose immediately what he knew, or anything at all really. he just stood there, and looked at her rather expectantly. she obviously had something to say.