Northstar Vale [join] he's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man

Two wolves drifted in from the Vale's interior to meet with him: the first, from the heart of the territory itself, was a creature of ashen fur, whose pallor did nothing to reduce the healthy shine of his coat nor the shine of his eyes. Narcissus was momentarily captured in the svelte athlete's eyes, their lights so similar to Anemone's that for a moment his heart clenched painfully, reminiscing. Even as the man began to introduce himself—Tenzin, the L'amour committed to his memory, monk, so presumably an arbitrator and physician—the second wolf approached. He watched her peripherally, noting her bulk relative to the monk was substantial. This one had the look and build of a battering ram, with a coat of milked coffee and a cloak of fiery auburn. Her eyes blended in with her fur so flawlessly that without their blackened outlines, he might have missed them altogether.

Tenzin was clearly the superior. He held himself with the air of a man in charge, albeit also a man at ease with himself and his surroundings. By contrast, Xi'nuata seemed somewhat more reserved, and as befit her station, melted into the background somewhat. Narcissus' eyes therefore only flickered to her in brief acknowledgement before fixing on the monk, who offered him relief for his paws with a gesture of his own. The gunmetal man glanced downward momentarily, catching sight of the blood imprinted into the snow in each mark his paws had made, and his ears flickered. He hadn't noticed the blood until then; he had only known the dull aching.

Though Narcissus wished dearly to accept this offer, he had to rebuke himself and was reminded of his mission and purpose, and his posture shrank in accordance with his unfamiliarity with the wolves who guarded these lands. "My name... Narcissus. My sister, Anemone," he said, his voice grating out an unfamiliar timbre to even his own ears, so many hours had it been since last he heard it, and so weighed with exhaustion as it was. "Is she here?" The scent and the way her trail led right to this place would suggest she was, but it was possible she had gone another way, passed through their territory and out the other side... Anemone was the head of the dragon, and though his nerves were steel, he believed his sister, when her mind was set to a task, was bold enough to attempt something like that.