Nova Peak Toquer

this comes as no surprise to the man, and certainly makes sense. ahhh, lorcan hums in response, letting gold eyes—one involuntarily narrowed, slitted by a scar—pass to her. congratulations, then. he certainly did not find the mountain man to be a family man, but there were stranger things in life. lore heaves a content sigh. men will often surprise you. he flashes ayovi a smile then, eyes glittering with knowing. women hold the power to change the most stubborn of man. the right woman need only come along.

that was what elowen was for lorcan, and what he assumed ayovi was for skorpa. they could find kinship in that.

his strides are long, just as the woman with the hunter's build takes. eating up the ground, making distance from where elowen lay resting. his head is high, nostrils flaring as he inhales the many scents that nova peak has to offer. he could see a great life here, he need only take it and make it his. obediently he follows towards the source of a trickling mountain stream, stopping to take a short gulp of the crisp, icy contents.

listening with darkening eyes of what she tells him. head rising to turn, and look in the distance where she speaks of. he is quiet for a short time, before speaking finally:

have they threatened?