Moonstone Quarry dont you worry child.

she draws nearer, and wintersbane complies himself, ghosting towards her a few steps so the distance between them would not give cause to yell ( though surely she could hear him just fine regardless ). again, for the umpteenth time, he is struck with the familiarity of her features that remind him so very much of his own, of lotte's. though it is an assumption he is more than willing to bet is correct, he supposes it doesn't matter in truth. would miwa want him as her father figure, if given the choice? or was she far too old to care? and while their paths crossed from time to time they never seemed to intersect with any sort of permanence.

it's been a while, wintersbane comments idly, glacial gaze flicking from miwa to her feathered friend. i see you've made a new friend. he remarks with a small gesture of his muzzle.