Larksong Grotto like a mantle of mystery

wintersbane?

his name drifts across the stillness of the night; soft and imploring. an ear twitches in the direction and he the tundrian shifts, glacial gaze searching for the owner of the voice knowing only that it is not thade’s. it doesn’t take him long to spot the blonde woman he knew as nyx. they hadn’t spoken much, but he recognizes her nonetheless.

it doesn’t surprise him to find a wolf of sagtannet out here: they are next door, afterall. nyx. he greets her with a smoky rasp. it’s been a while, eh? he inquires. a glimpse is given over his shoulder at the makeshift bed before it moves back to focus upon nyx. there is a moment of awkwardness that fills him, unsure what to say next. he is nothing more than a loner now, a once leader of the pack she — and likely her brood — resides in; but no longer.

wylla made it clear that sagtannet was and would never be his again and that it no longer welcomed him and he is only back here to ensure thade got home safely.