Moonspear helpless

Her tail a banner in the winter air—her eyes were fast upon him, though Argent made no move to read the expression written on them—as far as he knew, he was a guest in her lands, and he did not wish to press his chances. An ear gave a flicker of recognition to her voice, and so his icy gaze did settle then to her cheek, his stance remaining humbled in her presence.

“Welcome home, Alpha,” he quietly rumbled—uncertain which title she preferred most and thus adopting the one he was accustom to in his previous pack. “I’m Argent Sandraudiga.”

At the question she pressed on him then, his eyes would drift casually to the direction of the Sunspires, contemplation writing itself on his features. “I spoke to Njord about the desire to… find myself,” he offered, though the explanation felt inadequate, particularly after Njord expressed the she-wolf's desire to find a mate, and so he averted his eyes to her once more, this time, daring his gaze to draw across her lips and the fine curve of her nape.  “And I found myself drawn to your mountain.”