Northstar Vale Thánatos

The death of one of the young ones had pierced the Arche.

Towhee had gone away, seeking peace somewhere else. Arsenio prowled through the vale with a furrowed expression. His glacial eyes scoured the territory for his own children, hoping they were safe, praying that he would never know the horrible pain that his friends felt.

A familiar scent drew him to follow the path. The redstone wolf drew his head up, searching to see if he could make out @Maxim in the snow.