Blacktail Deer Plateau & they will hang us in the louvre

‘By wing, of course…’
 
Such an obvious statement might have appeared humorous, if he was capable of such a thing. Only a glimmer seemed to exist in the ghostly silver of his gaze. The slightest curl of his dark lip was the only sign that he found the remark humorous. Guildenstern might have been a simple man, but he was not simpleminded. The melodic hum of her voice cupped his ears toward her and caused him to draw his crown higher than it had been before. The sternness in his features did not soften, but he did seem to be rather drawn to her description of how she had made friends with the feathered beast that rode upon her. Perhaps even prey was capable of realizing when a good deed had taken place. It was the only reason that he could see why the dove would trail after her.
 
More interesting to him was the way that the pale woman described her other child – a daughter – in just a few words. From what he had heard of the boy, it seemed that he was the softer of her children. This was a peculiarity only because Guildenstern knew nothing of soft boys. All his life, he had been chased through a world of fangs and fight. From the day that he had been born, there had been no doubt that he and his brother would have grown into beasts of wrath and great power. To the knight, all young boys should have been the same. To hear of a young girl with the same active tendencies that he had shown in his youth, was striking.
 
“Your daughter has more strength than your son, then?” Guildenstern inquired curiously. His eyes roamed to her narrow muzzle and then to her eyes. “Where I am from, this is uncommon.”
 
The same could not be said for the rest of the world. The stoic knight had gone to battle many times against women who had dedicated their lives to the art of war. In the heat of the moment, it did not matter if his fangs clashed with a man or a wild-hearted woman. It was always about who walked away from such spars with the mark of victory upon them. Primarily, Guildenstern wanted to know more about the culture of the wolves in the Teekon Wilds. He was curious just how different they were from the frigid beasts of his northern homelands. Surely, if they were anything like the scarred mother beside him, he would have found somewhere worth his interest.