Sunspire Mountains vice city

❝that may be true,❞ wintersbane drawls. ❝but i've reached the stage of my life where i'm tired of all this aimless wandering.❞ if there was a purpose to it, if he sought something specific by it ...well he no longer knew. it'd been a necessary evil when he'd thought blackfeather woods had been hunting him the first time he'd left as a whelp and he hasn't truly stopped since.

and if it was the family that has died and dispursed ( or whose existance is dead to him ) wintersbane knows he'll never find. those connections, that attempt to make up for the splintering of his family can only be amended by making his own and doing better by them. a soft chuckle rumbles in his scarred throat at her mention of checking up on him. ❝i'll check up on you as well, then.❞ he tells her in a manner that is near haughty; letting it be known that they would both hold each other accountable. ❝sounds fair; you've got a deal.❞

he leans forward to offer the woman a platonic bump of his head against her shoulder. ❝until next time, easy.❞ with those words wintersbane parts, retracing his steps back to courtfall.