Moonspear helpless

Sialuk’s comment regarding the mountain gave him a moment’s pause—eyes flashing as his gaze drifted from her to look in the direction of the Sunspire, far in the opposite distance—a place that his father had once believed would be his inheritance. Claiming a chain of mountains was quite the lofty goal—and the pallid man was uncertain he held the same ambitions as the man before him. “Perhaps she knows more of myself than I do,” he considered openly, wondering if indeed somehow fate had pointed him here.

And so when his gaze fell toward her once more, her honeyed eyes were upon him, openly looking to him—and just as boldly, she spoke of Njord, and what the man had told her. He was surprised—pleasantly so by the forwardness of the woman before him—but certainly feeling he lacked an awareness of the culture he was stepping toward. “He has,” Argent confirmed, treading carefully—or so he hoped. “Is this one of the reasons Moonspear has called to your spirit? To begin a family?” It made sense—a dispersal wolf, looking to begin her own legacy.

What better place to do so than on a beautiful mountain?