Hope Anchors the Soul (IC Joining)

Malachi nodded to Shalon's cordial gesture, waving his tail to dismiss the title in favor of giving the name he preferred. "Please, call me Malachi," he insisted, offering her a welcome through the dip of his head.

He added nothing to top Tuwawi's short word of encouragement, letting the matriarch guide the reigns of the meeting. With the fire-kissed queen quick to offer a tour to the newcomer, Malachi saw no need to linger. The women would be fine on their own: after all, the Glacier was Tuwawi's gem, the home she'd hand-picked. Despite her absence, the queen held a claim to the land not even he could challenge, a claim he hoped she would seize again in due time. "I'll leave you two be. Welcome to Duskfire, Shalon." He gave a final flick of his tail to signal his departure before setting off into a further stretch of the territory, leaving Shalon to Tuwawi's guide just as it should have always been.