Qeya River Lost wayward son

a call rises at the borders; splicing thru the chill of the day, despite the warmth of the sun upon kivaluk's back. at first, he does not recognize the voice and makes his way towards the borders with haste filled with blooming hope and creeping dread as thoughts of his father sneak thru and snatch his thoughts like thieves.

relief follows next as he recognizes the caller at their borders; rodyn of moonglow.

a soft chuff of greeting is offered to the moonman — with the careful tuck of worry about his father ( and brother! ) tucked aside.

rodyn, greets kivaluk in full as his steps draw to a cease closeby. what brings you to natigvik's borders? a friendly question, for he and all of moonglow are welcome, of course ...but it felt appropriate to ask as the only present ( self proclaimed ) sentinel.