Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

melkor understands that mahler means his words to be encouraging but cannot help but blanch at them all the same. the truth was he didn't want courtfall to thrive beneath his rule; a pack that was solely andraste's creation. a culture and a ranking system that he truly knew nothing about. he wants to build something new with those that would follow him. though perhaps some might call him cold-hearted ( and in many ways he is ) he would rather everything be buried with his deceased wife. it was how he chooses to honor the dead. he would rather that than butcher something she worked so tirelessly for. that would be the true disservice to her memory, as far as the tundrian was concerned.

❝thank you,❞ melkor says nevertheless. ❝she called me melkor though i went by wintersbane for a long time before that.❞ melkor was fine, for now though the tundrian suspects he will not go by it for too much longer now. ❝once we are settled i will send a scout to let you know. i see no reason why our alliance should not continue.❞ melkor tells mahler with a small smile that does not touch his eyes; borne more of professional friendliness than it is mirth.

right now, however, the world is bleak and melkor grieves. mirth is hard to find.