Stone Circle clach-thalmhainn

Checking out the borders.

Wind swept, the shadowrunner gives pause at the freshly marked borders. Piercing eyes of champagne, he hums softly, the sound more a curious growl than anything else. The vale was important to him--that much he knew, as he found himself returning more often then not, despite the grumblings of his part-time travel companion, @Viinturuth. He was uncertain where the whitewalker had strayed to, but was assured it was likely with their charge, perhaps exploring other aspects of the valley.

The valley Akavir was determined to call home, in one fashion or another. Yet this... This claim posed a potential problem, and so the stocky male slowly reclined back to his haunches, the silver fur that patterned his nape the only movement in the warm summer wind.

The last thing the Mayfair sought was trouble, and so he waited. Neighbors didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing.