Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

His muzzle canted in quiet acknowledgement to her words—Mahler resided here and his countenance had seen it fitting he join. All would be well. 

Icy eyes traced the youthful she-wolf as she called for the man who had, in most ways, been a father to him. Mahler had held that helm tightly for them all eve before Stigmata’a death—Argent’s memories of his childhood holding the gargoyle as prominent, while at times he had trouble even remembering his namesake. 

When the man arrived, Argent allowed a smile to quirk at the corner of his muzzle.Yes, he rumbled, taking a tentative step forward. Ketzia had spoken of the weathered appearance of the aging man and while she had not spoke so boldly of her concern, it had been painted on her face. The thought had sickened him—and so here he was, choosing now to spend time with the man who had been so much to them all.

A swipe of his gaze was upon the she-wolf again—shifting between the two. What can I do first? He didn’t like to be idle.