Spotted Eagle Mountain evermore

With couth sobriety did he regard the girl - whom, as he observed her pivoting stature, proved to be little above half a year. A youngster, amongst the mountainous trails. Her voice echoed upon the wind toward him withal but careful judgement of one who was wary - but still, had she paid greater attention she might have witnessed him sooner, and should he have truly proved a threat, on this heimal day, crimson might stain the snow already.

But he was not ravenous in his bloodlust - not today.

"Nothing," he mused, voice grumbling from the cavities of his chest. Across the girl's back was a faint, muted dusting of stars, Aries noted, and distantly, they reminded him of the pale sprinklings of Cassiopeia, though only a fraction resembled the ebony of his sibling. Natheless, the girl resembled a melonii - perhaps one of their bloodline. "You remind me of someone." None specific, not yet.