Seaside Moors in sweet solitude of mind

quick to claim this place…

wintersbane’s head swivels in the woman’s direction; glacial gaze taking her scarred visage as she studies him with her assumed good eye. a quirk of his lips are given; some weak apparition of its corporeal form. not much effort is given simply because these wolves, all of them, are still strangers to him. though, from first meeting, he likes erzulie well enough. though, for a wild moment, wintersbane entertains the idea. that the alpha couldn’t even be bothered to make an appearance at the borders to greet who would become ( one of ) their newest recruits reflects poorly in wintersbane’s eyes.

then again, perhaps he was too much like arturo: he wanted to know what went on in and outside of his borders.

it is my home now, too. is all the tundrian offers her with a slight rise and fall of his shoulders. i’m wintersbane.