Arrow Lake she's intimidating and brooding

intent on becoming familiar with those that were newly adjusting to diaspora's ways, stigmata stalked the one called blodreina with an almost urgent step. he felt most interested in her because they shared a profession, but a large part of it was also just morbid curiosity about a child-bearing she-wolf with no doting companion to speak of. it were signs like these that made him suspicious - made him believe that there were hostile foreigners looming in the distance; biding their time and building their advantage.

yet despite being unable to immediately shake his paranoia, or fully relax while there were a gaggle of newcomers afoot, the general's approach to them was tempered. he would come upon the earthen warrioress with a dominant posture, but he would not invade her space before determining her level of comfort, which he knew would start extremely low. the wolf stood back, waving his tail high, and waited to be invited forward. he knew what it was like to be displaced. to grow up knowing one world and being one way, and then to suddenly have that change... for better or worse.

he could only hope that this leg of their journey would not be like the first leg of his own, when he had been driven from the legion, as they had been driven from the cliffs.