The Heartwood see myself as a ghost

answer from the stone frosted woman came swiftly. she was lost. sólhárr hummed at her response, nodding his head whilst scanning her from head to toe. she wasn't short, but she wasn't exactly toned either. a brow raised—

moonglow, he repeated over his tongue. my wife is from moonglow— i am ninauga to her.

ouroboros spine was their sister territory. sólhárr knew their reaches well, as if it had been his domain. he had his wife to thank for this, and maybe the woman would be appreciative that she'd stumbled across him.

what do you seek from moonwolves?