Raven's Watch its getting back up that's hard again

The call that went up only vaguely interested the man of creams and golds, an ear flicking as he adjusted course to attend and answer the one that sang so sadly. Sorrow was a thing Stjornuati only knew in a distant fashion, having never experienced the emotion to the degree that the unknown woman serenaded the Watch with; his impressions already began to form, however, as he padded along the invisible path to intercept her.

His appearance was silent, maroon eyes taking in the sagging form of the kona that sat upon the edges of his territory. There was little solace to be found from the vikingr that stood so stoically before her, gaze intent upon her as he waited and watched.