Northstar Vale a little girl

Never far, as his own border patrol was closest to where Viskani’s den was settled, his moonlit eyes followed the young Héritière as she crept from the darkness of comfort. A smile crept on his face, the fact she was walking, albeit a bit jaunty, was a miracle and joy bloomed within him.

There had been worry when she was born into this world that she would not do so. That she would not be able to fulfill the role given to her by her mother, but here she was—overcoming the odds. 

The silver man was a sentimental one, he had come to find, despite his years of anger and hatred for his own circumstances. His eyes had misted over, yet he sniffed them back softly while he watched her from the shadows, allowing her a bit of freedom while still under his watch.