Blacktail Deer Plateau his truth becomes written

winter begins it's descent upon the wilds, though sheltered by on the plateau, away from the sea storms and biting northern winds, rusalka finds it easier to manage. the loss of the last priestess has not slipped beneath his radar. at first, he had extended his patrols into the neutral territories touching their borders but her trail was faded and he is left to assume that she is gone.

he does not focus upon it long, though with her disappearance, he is left to wonder if the rank he occupies is ... necessary. originally, he had been tasked to guard the temple and those who would seek peace within it; and yet even that had been left behind to the keep.

it brings up thoughts of his ever-growing children, of his hope for new life in the coming months, of where he stood unwilling to speak for the pack that he called home, for the queen he called wife.

so, rusalka seeks @Solveig; following her newest scent trail, words playing across his tongue, taking space in his mind with the ferocity of unrest.