Moonspear [m] In riches

His summoning—he had not fully known what to make of it, not after having been caught off guard by Sialuk’s desire to bed multiple men in her quest for family. Still, he was soothed by the way the women wound about one another—affection laced not only in their embrace toward each other but within their soft spoken words and the gentle laughter within the Ulaq just before his presence tempered them.

An icy gaze assumed by many to mean coldness—Argent looked to them both with softened affection, if not a hint of hesitance. Elentari pulled herself from Sialuk’s warmth and came to him, her scent surrounding him—coaxing him and drawing his muzzle closer to her. The hint of a cheek graze—enraptured by her.

And then she spoke—choosing him a father. Him. The title he hadn’t known he had wanted until he had come to this very mountain, and he ushered out a breath. “I am honored, Elentari…”


And then a tentative gaze to Sialuk—never to be forgotten in his mind or heart. "If you are both certain."