Nova Peak he wears the night

all welcome; pinging @Mahler & @Wylla

wintersbane finds them purely by accident.

he expects them to still be at sawtooth spire; his destination until familiar scents mingle with damp earth in the mist laden morn. for the briefest of moments, he contemplates that he was imagining it. despite his tumble into the unforgiving sea, despite his tussle with the ursine beast, despite his brief return to these wilds weeks ago — or perhaps it was months ago; time is a fickle and uncertain beast — he doesn’t suffer any lasting damage to his mind. still; wintersbane starts and approaches the borders that grow stronger upon the base of the mighty peak that breaks from the fog like a titan’s claw.

glacial gaze studies the trees; blueish tinted silverlit nape hairs curling against the junction of his shoulders from the plaguing humidity. a breath is taken; deep. he lifts his muzzle and lets out a howl, unsure how his appearance will be perceived by his once fellow leaders. regardless, sagtannet is his home …all he has left in a world that has ceaselessly and cruelly ripped family and love from him time after time.