Gyrfalcon's Keep son of a sinner

though spending time with his children has filled rusalka with a new and unyielding purpose, the sharp needling of their milk teeth as they learn the basic skills that will one day hone them into hunters and warriors has worn down on him. though he humors them with poor and over acting each time one of them practices stalking him or wrestles him, he is grateful for the brief reprieve of their relentless pursuits.

the chance to stretch his legs upon the borders without worrying about matching his pace to legs too little to truly keep up with him yet.

the air grows crisper with each passing day, dog earring the wane of summer; though fall is still just but a tease.

the cairn patriarch pauses along a stretch of borders, drinking in the scents that he finds there before lifting his leg and adding his own to it; squinting out at the neutral territory beyond.