Noctisardor Bypass dark veil

His eyes swept over her once more at her question—pausing on the uncertainty that seemed to linger on the tense posture, allowing his paws to slide back in response lest she feel unsafe. There was a small tilt of his head as he considered her words, gaze leaving her now to take in their surrounding area. How many moons had passed since he had come? He had not counted—but long enough for the pack to have born two litters, and for Mahler to gravely age with each passing night.

“Only a few months,” he offered in return, slowly reclining to a seat at the distance he remained. He did not watch her—instead, his eyes drifted to the lagoon, finding a certain solace with the painting nature provided. “I’m Argent.”