Moonspear the earth sings

a child appears first; emboldened. young, but hardy. it draws grimfrost's amethyst gaze and a soft quirk of his lips; painting her as a young, stillgreen warrior. a second appears; a silent wraith. a third then, drawing nearer still. cloaked in a pelage of deep umbra, her posture strong and commanding of respect. hierarchy demands a strict order of which grimfrost is no stranger to and he shifts his posture; half-neutral and half-submissive.
he is before their borders, seeking hearth and home within their ranks.
moonspear, the child calls them. he understands the words, even if it takes him a moment to mentally gather together the proper translation; flipping and re-arranging words so they best make sense to him.

it has been some time since he's spoken common.
to join, grimfrost offers; words thick upon his tongue, accented. i am warrior. i am fisher. i am star guide. the words 'navigator' slips from his mind; his words choppy, lacking the elegance of even the little girl's before him ( though she is the only one thus far to speak ).
i am called grimfrost. though it has not been asked for any more than the skills he comes offering.