Whitefish River And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

There it was. Orlaith had returned and was howling for a meeting at the borders. Wanting to be the one to greet her upon her long-awaited return, Hieronymous wasted no time in moving in. Whatever it was that she was howling about, he had more than just a few words to share with the knight commander. His pace was steady, but lacking that usual bounce - and this time, it wasn't due to injury. His mind focused on the woman he sought to have a word with, ears drawn forward as the muscular soldier marched toward the borders.

He was quick to arrive, eyes falling on Orlaith first and then softening as they moved toward the partner she came with. A pale lady behind the commander peeking in as Hieronymous slowed his pace to come off as less... threatening to someone who may or may not already be scared. Standing a few wolflenghts away, his attention shot back to Orlaith and seafoam hues hardened once more. Wrinkles forming around his eyes with disdain at her sight. Orlaith, I see you've returned. His curt tone cut through, making note that he was less than impressed with her lately.

As if practiced multiple times, his attention fell back onto the pale woman. His smile found its way back to his maw as he greeted her like any other. I suppose she is here to introduce us, huh? I am Hieronymous, Constable of Kaistleoki. And who may you be? His tone was night and day between the two women, one was harsh and cold, the other soft and welcoming, warm like the spring sun. If it was anyone else, they would look like an absolute madman, to him, it came naturally.