Northstar Vale please ignore sunrise

as any man 'round this time would, it dawns on melkor just how outnumbered the males of courtfall were. andraste has appeared to gathered quite a large female following and all the tundrian can do is hope that not every female went into their heat this year. nature might tempt him but he was, for better or worse, loyal to his tonttu and the promise of them; more-so he was not looking forward to guarding the borders from unwanted males who were drawn to them by the sirens call of women in their estrus, all the while trying to corral the women into the heart of the vale where they should stay to ride out their season lest given permission by the fey queen to breed.

letting strangers plant their seeds within the wombs of their women doesn't exactly sit well with the frostborne warlord but it's not his call to make. all he can do when that time comes is try to keep the borders strengthened.

breaking from patrols, he heads further inland of the vale, checking the food caches as he goes. it is during the progression from one food cache to another that he comes across the woman sat atop a rock like a siren awaiting some unsuspecting sailor that would be her next meal. a low chuff is given; of greeting and to announce his presence to her if she has not already seen him.