Raven's Watch xiv aimagvik

It was not the ridge he lingered upon this day but the depths of the forest itself, searching for the sýn he had found the other day, the red-eyed white dragon raven ( @D'Artagnan ). As the sýn were wont to do, however, they appeared when they wanted to, not when they were sought for. Still, when the call went up, he was reluctant to leave the boughs of pine.

Good thing he had the strength of will to peel himself away, heading for the lake where the call had sourced from. His own went up in reply, one that asked patience, and that spoke of being on his way. Easily, the star-eater picked his way along the Watch's rise, slinking gait carrying him toward his goal, helping him to arrive in no time at all.

And, just like he had said, Kigipigak was not alone. Another stood at his side, gentle and demure, overtly feminine in appearance, though Stjornuati's assumptions ended there. While there was no overt display of dominance, an air still settled about him. Liver colored eyes remained guarded as he looked between the two of them, tail flicking as he waited for an explanation. Who. Why. Whatever answer he could glean from the Tartok male.