Northstar Vale i don’t understand us, you should find your way home

i hope you don't mind me & melkor!

at some point during the thick of melkor's patrols night has stolen the heavens, painting it is masterful strokes of velvet navy blues and deep violets, dusted with starlight and besmirched with glow of sugared moonlight. the frostborne warlord finds patrolling the borders protected by the fortress of mountain teeth a bit useless he walks them all the same, strengthening them despite being protected by the wombwalls of the sunspire. all in all, though he personally favors the colder climates of the taiga, the vale was not a bad place to call home.

and in truth, home is found within the arms of the fey queen and in the them that the pair intend to build.

with his patrol wrapped for the night; the moon is nigh high in the sky, melkor heads deeper into the heart of the vale. the path he treads is fresh-lain by a ( biologically ) female in the tell-tale throes of heat. he smells it upon her trail — that intoxicating and spiced scent that is all too familiar to the ansbjørn; subconsciously he follows it, interested more in the unfamiliar musk of male that interlaces so arrogantly with it.

it does not smell of any male within courtfalls ranks and the male musk and what it means is nigh unmistakable. quellcrist had come from such a union ...not that melkor could claim to be much of a father to his daughter, for even when they'd travelled together it was hard to enforce that role upon her when she had so clearly looked to another as her father.

outstepping his rank as valitúrë is not a tactic that is remotely new to the tundrian; but he justifies it here and now as a security risk courtfall ...and does that not fall within his role here? does andraste know of this? he ponders as he comes across the other wolf of whom he has not formally been introduced to yet. the other courtfallen's brisk stride only heightened melkor's suspicion that union was not blessed by their fair fey queen and glacial gaze locks upon the other as a low chuff meant to intercept leaves melkor's lips.