Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

A warrior duo seemed safer than a man traveling alone, but Foxfur could not comment on the life choices of another man. There was an air of kinship that he felt with the dark Antares. Even though the Starsea still thrived with many members, the faraway warrior had not felt it was his clan for some time.

I think I may go north and then east a ways, Foxfur answered the male with a solemn nod. It was his best course of action when the trail of the princeling was so faint.

What of you, Antares? Where will you lend your fangs? The russet-masked warrior glanced toward the dark shape. The intense lapis of the other man’s eyes was something to marvel at. Like a navy sky waiting to be painted in stars.