Arrow Lake hounds of the wild hunt

After being seen off by his resting twin, the male counterpart of them had shadowed Blodreina’s arrival to the hunting party. There seemed to be presidence over a particular elk for the evening; it was only noted when tidbits of some sort of neighboring pack reach his ears. Hm.

Thorn, easily enough, held Vonnaruil’s own agreement. Though it was, to him, commendable to assume reign over an entire range of spires... two was better than one. And for such an idyllic vision, there was no telling what would come in the years which Stigmata’s brood grew.

So the crow remained quiet within his own say, and instead drew towards the two cliff-kru for some sense of familiarity. Funnily enough, though, he hadn’t stayed in either Drageda or Diaspora for long to truly bond. Vonn would rectify this fault of his own... on his own time.

For now, there was the hunt to look forward to; but his ever-brazen eyes strayed for the General, all the same.