Moonspear And so, does the destination matter?

@Hydra

The mountain loomed impressively. This had been the first thought that he had embraced upon approaching the territory dubbed Moonspear. His role as the pale mother’s guardian had been an easy one; they had not crossed paths with any who had sought her harm. Even when they had been met by the protective blue stare of the dark leader there, Guildenstern had not felt that they were in any danger. While social scenarios were not typically met favorably, the pale knight had not found it all too difficult to stand by while the scarred woman spoke with her… friends. He had taken that time to regard their claim with a curious gleam in the starlight silver of his gaze. A mountain had always seemed a suitable home, to him. He had often wondered why there were those who were drawn to the woods or the sea in turn.
 
When the scarred woman had been left to tend to children – a particular feat that Guild was terrible at – he had taken his own path out into the territory and had sought to understand the jutting, heavenly spear for himself. Upward seemed to be his only direction, carrying his massive frame from the base of the bluff to the higher peaks. From there, the knight was met with an impressive view of the world below. The sellfang drew himself to the edge of the stone and then reclined back to his haunches. It was here that the powerful beast of the northern tundra waited to see what would meet him upon his stony perch.