Noctisardor Bypass i've build a wall behind every step i've taken

he had not ceased thinking of wylla since she had come to visit. it was unhealthy for him to dwell so long upon it, and yet he could not stop.
the gargoyle kept up his pattern of patrolling and marking, though his heart was unsatisfied. 
he hoped in the weeks to come that rivenwood might know its future, so that he could step away from the helm at last.
but he said nothing of this as he came upon laurel, and gave a wave of his dark plume in greeting. she painted their scent upon the land. approval marked his gaze. "how are you settling?"