Northstar Vale beseige me

all in all, it had been resolved rather diplomatically, which spoke volumes of kjalarr's growth; at least in that aspect. the shadow that had been watching the altercation from above swooped in on him; a rumbling noise lingering in the air.

ah, so they were allies.

so many reasons pulse through his mind then: because two wolves was hardly enough to hold a territory, because perhaps age was beginning to affect his sense of smell, because of his writer's adhd. the possibilities were endless even if the last weighed more heavily than the others.

kjalarr takes a breath, turning his head so she remains in clear sight of his good eye. he wasn't keen on being a broken record stuck on repeat. a mistake, the northman speaks. i respected their wishes and departed their territory without fuss. thus in his mind: it was done.