Northstar Vale But try as I might,

“Of course—I won’t be far if you need me.”

He rose, pausing to press a gentle lick to Viskani’s brow. It was meant as a simple gesture of support, nothing more. Yet, as soon as he made contact, a flutter of nervous energy stirred in his chest. Swallowing against the unexpected sensation, he cleared his throat and turned to Chandra, repeating the motion in the hope that his intent remained clear.

Once he stepped away, his self-imposed duty would resume—patrolling the borders, standing watch. If they needed a protector, he would become one. This new life, born by Viskani’s side, would be guarded fiercely, cherished in whatever way Noctaryn understood.

Something had shifted. He felt it in his bones, in the air itself. The changing seasons were obvious, but this was different. Deeper. A force both exhilarating and unnerving barreled through him, setting his pulse thrumming with equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

As he reached the mouth of the den, he paused and turned, committing the sight to memory in hopes to carry it with him on his patrol. “Rest well.” 

And he was off, his heart feeling light for the first time…