Northstar Vale It takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place

Akavir has rested, though the missing presence of omboth his daughters had soon startled the man to sleep. Without their warmth pressed between he and Ibis, something felt amiss-- little did he know just how much, just yet. 

Blinking his amber eyes to the morning sun, the swarthy wolf stretched, pacing outside to greet the day quickly--and expecting to see both his daughters within sight, given Ibis' announced trip.

They were not, and the father felt a flicker of worry in his chest as he looked forward, aiming to track them. He didn't trust the Empire, and he hoped to squirrel his family away elsewhere before the onslaught of winter came. Their time was running out. 

Only coming upon Arielle, Akavir looked fondly upon his daughter, quirking a brow as she gnawed at a rock. He pressed a kiss to her brow in way of greeting, trying to keep the sleepiness from his facade. "Morning, little dove. Where's your sister?"