Stavanger Bay he finds wings

she introduces herself: moor and goes on to explain an unfamiliar title to him that earns a nod of acknowledgement as she uses common to explain them. we can use more warriors. he assures her before falling silent once more as she further explains her connection to this bay. it takes wintersbane a moment; for while he was boorish at times, he wasn’t an unintelligent man and was able to piece it together well enough. this place was her birthplace; connected to her. while wintersbane could not entirely understand the need to stay in the place of one’s birth ( he certainly hadn’t and when he’d tried it hadn’t ended well ).

fair enough, hale tundrian draws. perhaps in time, ironclan will prove to be worthy of you. right now, however, it was just a gathering storm on the horizon. when they hit full force it’d be easier, he knows.

once upon a time, wintersbane would’ve picked up on the fact that she was checking him out; and truthfully she was pretty and he would’ve acknowledged that a bit more in-depth than he did now. losing two loves desensitized him to any idea of ‘love’ or real attraction. if he notices, he tends to subconsciously put a wall up. a wall that worked just fine during breeding season when he wandered and sought the physical comfort of any willing to give it to him ( and littering the wilds with bastards along the way ); though he swears to himself, come this season, he will play a much larger part in the lives of the children he helps conceive.

no, wintersbane admits, tucking thoughts away to focus upon her inquiry. i’m rather new to the sea. he says; but unable to deny that the wild fury of the sea calls to something primal and feral in him in a different way than the mountains had.