Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

wintersbane grows ever more aggitated as the seconds pass with aching slowness, though his aggitation is deeply seeped in the fact that his loins ache for the fey queen who's lips preen at the silvery-blue mane of his chest; and there was the fact that he still wasn't quite sure if he was accepted into her ranks or not. the warlord tundrian and fey queen had grown ever distracted. a quiet rumble of want rumbles nearly muted in his broad chest, meant only for the fey queen, a quelling nip given to her ear.

it doesn't quell him nor his ever aching desire for her but ...it'd been worth a try.

a side-eye is given to the matron, glimpsing at her form over andraste's head as she speaks of cougar, and young and the wont to drive the beast from their lands for good. in a way, wintersbane understands and yet, selfishly, at the same time he wants the matron gone so they could finish what they've begun. the cougar obviously wasn't going anywhere and would be there when they were finished — and when, hopefully, wintersbane has a better idea of if she accepts him into her court.