The Sunspire the prom

‘We should go where your heart leads you.’

It was a perfect opening for a wolf who might have more game than Argent—and he cast her a sideways glance then, the curl of his lips proving the suggestion was certainly on the tip of his tongue. He was not a man with smooth words—and they were on the brink of strangers land, and so he allowed the suggestion to die with a heated glance only.

At her next question, he found himself more pensive, his large form shifting. “He did. A lake, near to here,” he mused, his eyes trailing from her and to the distinct direction of Arrow Lake. “But his plans were overly ambitious and it fell to ruin.”

Once upon a time, Argent would have considered sharing such a sentiment a betrayal to his father. Now, he simply took it as something to learn from. “Mahler was the man who raised me, though, and he should still live on this mountain.”

Should, being the optimal word… and he did not feel as confident in that statement, given the sickly state he had last seen the man in.