Blacktail Deer Plateau & they will hang us in the louvre

“Here,” he rumbled.
 
The motion that followed was swift and adept – as though he had made it a thousand times, and never once had it seemed peculiar to him. Swinging his head, the great pale knight found purchase in the smooth fur along her throat. His pale nose lingered on the fur and flesh that rested over her jugular. Under any other circumstance, the movement could have been seen as almost romantic. It was the closest that he had found himself to another living thing in some time, but that did little to elate him. Guildenstern did not need the company of others to excel; he needed only his fangs and his strength.
 
One thing was certain; the knight did not think that she was wrong in her statement. He had seen the challenging clash of wrathful mothers with much more skilled warriors. The indescribable love that they carried for their kin was enough to ground even the most savage of beasts. While the woman was smaller than he, Guildenstern knew that she was competent in her own ways. With a fair bit of training, she would have made a powerful ally. Already adorned in various wounds, long healed over and left to mar her perfectly pallid complexion.
 
A gentle noise made him turn his attention to the coffee-colored bird that had made its presence known. The animal had taken a place atop the pale woman. Guild regarded the creature with a curious expression, for only a moment, before locking his gaze with her and frowning thoughtfully. There had been word before of animal familiars, but the knight had never seen one for himself. It seemed to be an odd arrangement between beasts. How was it that a bird could benefit from tying its life to a predator? More than this, he did not fully understand what purpose it served to her. Why would the wolf take on a dove?
 
“How does it follow you? Why does it remain?”
 
There was no fear in asking her.