Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

The resounding howls every morning was something Argent found almost endearing—a certain greeting to the world as the day began anew. Of course, the man slept little as it was—at least for now, while he looked to settle into his new home. He had yet to determine his worth—and so he would remain restless until then.

He veered towards the borders—a normal routine for him now, once the morning songs drifted to silence. He supposed it might have been proper to seek out Sialuk or Njord to see if they wished to join him, but their companionship had not necessarily blossomed to one of friendship—at least not yet.

So when sharp icy eyes fell upon a smudge of brown in the distance, a soft rumble escaped the man—nearing, who noted as her scent drifted to him that she was one of the village, and his stance would relax. Her pelt was warm where his dull—her eyes bright where his were cold. And while he openly studied her, he gave a gentle motion of his muzzle in silent greeting should she look toward him, uncertain if she was keen for company at this hour or if he should resume to the borders.