Arrow Lake dragonfly keeper

the tremours had gone on, though had not worsened. diaspora was on edge, and no one more than its general, who had increased his patrols and considered more intensely where his wolves might be safe. he was nearby when twinned scents rose on the wind, and carried himself off at a skulk toward the borders.
they need not call for the gargoyle; he hunted toward their figures, drawing up only some feet away and letting the stony lavender of his stare cut across their features in silence. young, the both of them; one foxfire, the other pale. both with an unreadable expression, and in that he found an odd comfort as he stood before them, wind rifling through the sable of his hackles.