Northstar Vale Pénthos

Tamar’s presence soothed him, calmed him. Arsenio drew close to her and nuzzled into the plush hairs behind her ear. He breathed her scent in and it reminded him of their children. Then the unfathomable reminder of Leona’s death tightened his jaw.

My love, he breathed into her pelt.

I am not good at these things. Enduring death? Consoling the wounded?

The fur on his back was pulled down and placed in a spot where rocks would provide natural shelter from the elements. The trees stretched overhead, holding armfuls of snow in their boughs.

They have gone to seek peace. I told Maxim that I would- I would prepare a place for them here, he looked to the disturbed earth where the young girl was buried. Where they can be near her.