Raven's Watch Dangling feet from window frame

Stay or follow. The choice is yours. The twin voices rang out across the range.

Kigipigak sat up to listen. His expression was a mixture of gravid concern and no small amount of confusion; he did not immediately know what to do. The wolf had been doing his best to patrol, drive out unwanted wolves, and keep himself in the good graces of Stjornuati after their falling out — and now there was a choice to be made.

All he could do was frown up at the sky. The bands of thick clouds fraying at the edges. Snow was falling in some spots further away—some particles of ice had begun over his own head, lost across his pale coat. The ravens were silent—although Kigipigak turned when he saw a pale shape moving up the mountain, and in a blink D'Art had vanished among the shadows of the wood.

Kigipigak lifted his chin and answered, I choose to stay. And as his response faded against the whispering of the wind between the pine branches, he added another message: I will be here if you return.