Frostfire Ridge its colors stolen from

hooe you don't mind me hopping in, thought this would be easier to tie since marble is ppc'd : )

 

Star was far from a helicopter mom. Her children had free roam within Sagtannet's borders, and often she trusted them and their packmates enough to let them wander. But past the borders was where she drew the line, and thus when she had stumbled upon her daughter's trail outward, the cloud was inclined to follow. 

Her daughter had traveled some days, perhaps. She was a small girl though, and her mother an experienced warrior in spite of her old age. All in all tracking had still taken a day or two, but she moved faster, and soon enough caught up. The sight of Marble beside a huge, dark male caused the fur along Star's spine to raise defensively. She picked up speed, wind blowing through her mane, and skittered to a rough halt beside Marble, likely shocking her daughter as she moved in front of her to whirl on the stranger- 

Melkor. Wintersbane. 

All the fire burning in the old woman was quieted, as her hackles fell and recognition entered her dark gaze. Her stance shifted to something less aggressive as she glanced back towards her kin, and then to the man again. This is my daughter, Marble. Her memory was too shaky to recall if the once-eisen had gone missing before or after she became pregnant. You've been gone a while. Are you coming home? Star questioned with a slight cant of her head. She was not one to beat around the bush; what had happened to whisk him away was irrelevant to her.