Porcupine Ridge early sunsets over monroeville

she was still here.

she offered her body in warmth and spars to @Muskrat — she offered herself in guarding to the cause of this man. if only to see a proper outpost rise from here. yet he seemed rather peaceful in this moment when she spotted his shadowed form.

did he perhaps sit in solitude as a tactician? plan his future and those around him?

the scene was peaceful, but makono never imagined peace.

she offered a sound of wordless greeting and began to approach.