Ravensblood Forest The village school is cold and still.

that their is more of his family — their family, he corrects himself — than just him and his numerous bastard children brings a small comfort to wintersbane; instead he feels a small twinge, unsure what to really make of it. not really feeling any comfort at all. he might not be the last ansbjørn nor fearghal but he might as well be. he doubts he’ll ever return to the tundra and cross paths with any more than dagfinn and based upon his own experience with family he does not expect his uncle to linger around. if by some miracle to wintersbane he does, he expects dagfinn to come to hate him as mallaidh had. cruel, but it wasn’t like he had much else to go off of.

wintersbane had a unique talent of sowing hatred among he and his family.

umbra is silent at his side and he pays her physical proximity attention with a swivel of his ear, his polar gaze remains fixed upon his uncle. we claim stavanger bay, west of here. he makes a small gesture with his muzzle; his curiosity following unknowingly along the lines of umbra’s unspoken own.

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