Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

there is a certain level of irony he finds in returning in the early cusp of winter, when heavy snowfall curbs his return, forcing him to re-route and descend upon the treacherous mountains of where courtfall found its solstice. if he was smart he would abandon all hope; there was no reason for the fey queen to accept him, especially when she does not remember their history. ...would history even matter now even if she did? he asks himself. it shouldn't.

how many times over the years has he given his loyalty and tore it away; as if he can do no else. wintersbane isn't sure he knows the true meaning of loyalty. no ...no that wasn't true. relmyna. his deceased love's — his first love — flashes before eyes as cold as the ice capped rock he puts distance between upon his descent towards northstar vale. he'd been loyal once. to her and while she was alive to blackfeather.

that felt like so many lifetimes ago now.

steps slow as he nears the borders, leaving distance between them and himself. he was large and lumbering and if they were to chase him from their borders he wanted time to escape relatively unscathed. he wasn't in a mood to fight. the winter was harsh and though he's eaten like a king outside of the wilds the famine does not fall beneath keen observation.

nevertheless, he lifts his muzzle in low summons for @Andraste; no longer able to summon the volume he once had prior to the fight that almost ended him.