Porcupine Ridge katakan

"ah, i see," stigmata purred darkly, checking their surroundings as he prowled forward, tempering his pace to match the shorter stride of his companion. he was quiet for a moment, and then added thoughtfully: "well it would be wise for you not to greet strangers physically, for the benefit of everyone; but mostly yourself, if i am being honest," the warhound advised, eyeing her nakedly; taking in the golden sylph from jawline to white tail-tip, without shame; "you need to be more discerning, if you can."

as they moved on to pleasantries, the smokewraith became less interested. small talk wasn't his strong suit, and with conquest as well as winter on the brain, he hardly had time to reflect on the beauty of things. "i have not been, but i will be," he told her earnestly. "i am going to claim these mountains. me, my companion mahler, and whoever else might think themselves fit enough to roam these high walls and hidden valleys beside us."