Northstar Vale galdra

He kept to the mountains for now. The warming season made him hesitate to socialize with others too often, for the melting of snow usually brought about the moodiness of a female in heat and the aggression in a male seeking her sole attention.

Briefly, he wondered if Trench had found himself a mate—or, for that matter, if his mother had determined to cast aside her lonely heart and attempt a relationship once more. Her claim that none other could measure up to their father was a constant declaration from the ivory matriarch, and the pain that fell to her eyes at each mention of the fallen man resolved Argent in his own determination to never fall victim to the whimsies of love.

The sun hid behind the clouds above, the skies almost dreary. As the large rogue meandered along the vale, it was the sight of an ashen she-wolf that appeared almost as gloomy as the heavens above, and remaining quiet, Argent contested with himself as to whether or not he should interrupt her peace.