The Sentinels for the soul is dead that slumbers

Marruz sniffed and shifted a little at the amiable response. His gaze never left the stars, though from his peripherals he could gather that the two were not starving for all the harshness of winter. In that regard, it was a relief to know that they were not hostile, at least.

"Well, I suppose it's alright, then," his voice was still rough, though the presence of the stars deepening before him was enough to soften his temper. "You know you can use the stars for travel, if you'd like."

He turned to face the two now with mild interest. In the shadows, his height created a slender and eerie illusion. Only the indigo orb was visible against his sable fur.