Northstar Vale vitiosus

There was a gathering upon the edges of their claim. Arsenio had smelled the Mereo wolves when their distinct scent had been brought to him on a cold wind. He had waited only a few minutes for a call before he began making his way to where he believed they were. Meadow’s pace offered him a fresh scent to trail, when he happened upon it.

Drawing near the wolves, Arsenio offered a warm smile to Maxim. The other man looked like their guide. Though, when the Arche looked to who had come to the vale, he knew that a guide was not necessary. Germanicus knew his way. It was still surprising to see the imperator on the edge of Epoch. Their last conversation had been less than appealing, in Arsenio’s opinion. He had walked away with the feeling that he had lost a friend. After months without contact, he wondered if his relationship with the Roman had been a friendship, at all.

You Mereo soldiers always come in pairs, he mused aloud, chuckling. How can we assist, Germanikos? Arsenio did not pry into Meadow and the Mereo soldier's reunion. The Arche had no intention of inserting himself into their personal affairs.