Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

Pointedly, spring had come, and thus the silvern Sandraudiga had chosen to disperse. Not to mate—no, there was much to prove he was worthy before siring a litter—but to seek out an old teacher. Ketzia had given him direction on where to go, and with farewell to his mother and siblings, the youthful man stood upon the step of the borders claimed by his late-father’s best-friend.

Icy eyes swept past the land, not one to simply dwell upon the prettiness of scenery, and he felt a certain pleasure at the landscape @Mahler had chosen to remain. It was certainly not the mountains—a disappointing thought to the wolf—but it held its appeal.

It had been a lengthy time since Stigmata’s first born had seen the old Kapitan, and so, he waited upon the doorstep, his features impassive though his proud stance lowered more with the expectation of a humble visitor.