Nova Peak Yeah, I'm loving all your warning signs

It is only his restlessness that encourages him to answer the eisen's call. 

Phantoming the congregators, the boy leans against a spruce in wait. Amidst them there are two new forgetful faces, the snowstrike'd woman and goldilocked thrall. Star was not batting them on the brow with her paw ( like she did to him, which he still was not very appreciative of, at all ) nor was Mahler roaring as he was on the saltlicked cliffs, so there was no need to cash in any mind.

His gut does cartwheels at the sight of badger-boy Thade;
brown-nosing and groveling from what he could concur for Wylla, the act of closeness between them was cloying at the least. How could this boy, older than he, who he had respected before, writhe into his mother's breast this way? And why hadn't he ever gotten this chance for his own? Hot pressed lips etch a taut faced boy.