Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

quick before work post; vague b/c his joining is still in progress.

despite being present during the time it actually happened there is a general air of uncertainty on how he once again ended up with blackfeather woods. the first and second times were pretty clear cut — not enough to raise any sort of suspicion at the cosmos to wintersbane — but a third? again and again he is drawn back like a moth led unwittingly to a flame, unaware that's where he was heading until he found himself there a bit dazed. was this mephala's influence? after months of trying to form the vartija and not gaining traction to call themselves a pack the warlord tundrian's choice to dissolve it had seemed like the right thing. enok tundra? well, he never actually made it that far and it seemed apparent that he wasn't going to.

mephala has led him back to this place, to these wolves some of them familiar and others not. he has mixed feelings about the skirmish on the borders after being so newly established: did that bode well for them? or was that a precedent as to what kind of never ending feud was about to start? and screech-mou-titmouse? and maegi ...were they prepared? did they know how to lead, more-so could they? despite the tundrian's concerns here he was, heeding maegi's call nevertheless. questioning authority newly appointed seemed poor and a lot like insubordination ( and it was, he knows ) so he keeps his concerns to himself figuring that the pale pair that he still had mixed feelings for deserved a chance to settle into their new roles and prove his concerns unfounded.

mephala's snitch drew nearer to the group, to the swarm of ravens and the borderline maniacal sounding chuckles of maegi and his concerns rise up like an unbidden tidal wave once more though his face remains impassive and as cool as the frigid glaciers his people come from.