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The call to war settled upon him like a mantle of ice; weightless to the eye, yet pressing against his bones with a familiar grip. Though his ivory coat bore no scars of the past, Astier had seen war before. Long ago, when the Star Mountains clashed with Evenfall over dominion of the tines. And they had won. He had carved his place in battle once, and he would do so again.
The wraith lingered upon the glacier, his gaze distant, when a familiar figure entered his periphery; the pale she-wolf from the gathering. He recalled the steel in her voice, the certainty in her call. No hesitation. A rare thing. Enough to stir his interest. There was something in her stance, in the way she carried herself, that spoke of one well-versed in the ways of war. He would see for himself if she lived up to it.
With a silent grace befitting his namesake, Astier closed the distance, his presence a shadow at her back before a low, rumbling grunt shattered the quiet; his only announcement.