Moonspear and i dance to her ancient rhythms

only if you want/have time! otherwise, this is all welcome!

grimfrost’s integration into the pack of the spear wolves is …a process. he is not unintentionally antisocial. he patrols borders, though wonders if he has that right being so new, and he hunts filling a small food cache he found with rats, rabbits and other small critters that he does not eat to sate his own hunger.

as sunset bleeds into the velveteen darkness of night as nightfall reigns and the stars and moon make their final play; grimfrost steels his shoulders against the chill that crept in like a stalking wraith. he is unsure whether he is welcome to seek out @Mintaka; but he remembers her singular interest in learning the unique language of the stars and tonight the skies are clear, the moon bright; the stars brighter yet.

it is a good night to read the stars.

grimfrost seeks the girl hesitantly, making alternative plans in case he does not find her.

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