Gyrfalcon's Keep Asteroid

rusalka is vigilant in his guard of the temple.

few visit, besides the high priestess and her acolyte ... but the leviathan is fine with solitude. he always has been, and likely, always would be; though the soft roundness to solveig's flanks reminds him that he would need to learn to be just as fine with company.

he would have it soon in the form of the newest generation of cairns ( though they had yet to discuss who's if any last name they would take ) to look after, to teach.

a dark shadow approaches and rusalka's muscles tense; a well trained hellhound only to relax when he finds familiarity in vaettir's face even if they had to be formally introduced.

a low chuff is offered, if only to alert her to his presence.