Moonspear Clawing my way back to life

Argent was a consistent presence along the border. Stark silver against the blanket of glistening snow and the ash and grit of dirt and rock. He did so to keep himself busy, for if he remained in constant motion, his mind seemed more at ease.

It considered less the guilt he felt at once more being away from his natal family’s side—of determining whether Mahler still lived, and of looking inward to himself… how best to compound what a path to success and happiness might be.

So when a call echoed across starwoman’s claim, it was the silver Sandraudiga that was first upon the caller. Tall and striding, it was with icy eyes of grey and storm blue that took in the darkened she-wolf, giving pause to see if she would introduce herself or he would inject a simple greeting to ease her presence at their borders.