The Heartwood [m] three shots 'cause the neighborhood gets scared

When he did not guard the borders of Moonspear he hunted for his fellow comrades. When he did not hunt for his fellow comrades he kept eye on the herds. When he did not track the herds, he found himself in the shadows of the raindrop woman—eager to seek her warmth on cold winter nights in her ulaq.

And when was not warming the bed of Sialuk, he found himself scouting the areas nearby—thus his presence in the Heartwood.

The silver man moved with the noiseless grace bestowed upon him by a basilisk-like father. Stone and ice, he wove through the trees, and when he caught the tantalizing scent of another, he did not hesitate to explore it—icy eyes grazing over her form as he found her, treading quiet and alone in the forest.