Chimera Fields hey you, big star

the honour that sólhárr regarded rökkur's words with would not go unnoticed; a respect that he had not been given the luxury of within tunglbörn. a smile tugged at his lips, then. and sólhárr's own expression would change, too, only a few seconds before he begun to speak. the shadow listened with clear intent.

pack scent rolled towards them through the air, only a small ways south-east. the dense thicket of pines seemed to be what the man referred to, and rökkur nodded his head. he had picked it up from his pelt almost immediately, and his words were hardly disguised: he was forming a group, a clan, something lasting, he had said.

he breathed, then. and the king would extend an invitation. the shadow wanted to take it in pride, but something tore at him, as if there was a thin, unbreakable thread that tried and tried to tug him back to the spire. but as he felt the grasses underfoot, the coldness of the air and the blazing stare in front of the man in front of him, he felt seen within this moment. seen in a way that he had yet to experience back in his homeland.

rökkur blinked. i'd like to join you, he spoke, a sense of finality, of confidence, trust lacing his words. if you'll have me. his tail flicked, then. thinking: what am i to expect of forneskja? will he have to become a warrior once more?

unrelenting, unthinking?

he hoped not.