Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

ambition was certainly one way to state it. he doesn’t answer verbally, just makes a non-committal noise and offers a simple shrug of his shoulders. he does, however; study her closely with sharp, gelid gaze as she asks him if he’s going to claim. she was here, lounging. how long she was here since the moment he came upon her well, that was a vast unknown to him. perhaps she already had designs on the place. left to the lone wilds, wintersbane knows that fighting isn’t optimal. not right now. not when he could be injured. with no one to tend to wounds or hunt for him if it was serious …well, that’d practically be a death sentence.

it was, in part, some of the reason why he’d chose not to fight rosalyn or eruzlie.

yes. he rasps simply, studying her closely for her reaction.