Silver Moraine multieyed raven

tvar’s path winds upward, his steps sure on the uneven terrain. the moraine stretches before him, silver and barren, a stark contrast to the thick woods and valleys he’s grown used to. he is far from bearclaw now; driven by the urge to venture out before he was rooted down by the birth of his children.

at first, his paws had carried him eastbound with no true aim. wandering, sight-seeing, leading himself up the length of the mountains and further inward. but for the past few hours, he’s been tracking a familiar scent, something from a past that feels distant but never quite gone.

then, he sees him. a lone bastard against the vast sprawl of stone and wind. he sees faust's silhouette, and rather than feeling any sort of shock or bewilderment, there is only a sense of peace that befalls the twilight titan. a warm smile coming to grace his dark mask of harsh cut features.

hello, brother.