Arrow Lake for the only true Queen is the Night Queen

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both stigmata and mahler had eluded thorn that day, having coursed to some unknown haunt without him. no matter; the brute needed to challenge his tracking capabilities, and so set out after them.

he was much too late to eavesdrop, but the conversation he came upon was terse with icy words. thorn measured the mood of the room in a second; noticing stigmata’s iron posture, mahler’s frosty gaze — and most of all, noticing the circlet of dark wolves that stood before stigmata as if in defiance.

he was wordless, but his shape was no less intimidating as he quietly aligned himself besides mahler, flanking his tungsten liege with his tourmaline gaze focused sharply on the wolves that dared disdain stigmata’s high appointment. he did not know of what terms or conditions had been sundered, but he knew a tense room when he saw one and readied himself to protect the sandraudiga if it came to blows.