Moonsong Glacier never bothered me much

his call fades, carried by the wind over the glacier and beyond. arktos falls silent as they wait; less contemplative and more disassociated. the only memory he harbored of how this ( kind of ) worked was his conversation with tybault in the marsh and even that wasn't really a good comparison as tybault had, presumably, not been a leader and unable to make decisions without his sister's say so. or at least, that was the conclusion arktos had been left to draw.

it is not long before a man approaches; dutch, arktos wagers.

arktos offers a bow of his head in greeting; a soft show of submission.

i am arktos, speaks the warbear, needing none to speak his own introduction. husband of nephele.