Moonspear walking on broken glass

Pale blue eyes met the same—though the other pair belonged to what appeared to be a coyote. Blinking as the canid glanced quickly away, Argent settled back his stance, unused to being approached in such a timid manner.

“Hey,” he offered, the presence of this unfamiliar villager only serving a reminder that he had been gone for a time—and as such, new faces had come to roam the mountain. “I’m Argent. I was away on errands,” he offered, though the statement was not entirely truthful—fulfilling a bride price.