Arrow Lake with a spine of steel

those two days had crawled by for ingram, who had loved the prospect of his little girl and mate going out adventuring, and hated the loneliness that crept into their empty den once they had departed. he had gotten so used to blodreina sleeping here, praimfaya’s voice echoing there — now the den seemed devoid of life, and loathsome in its desolate emptiness. he was fretful once the pair did not immediately return; blodreina was strong, he reminded himself. she would come back.

his ears pricked at the howl that came, his heart rushing with gratitude that they returned safe. quickly, the dark male made towards them. first he gave blodreina a warm greeting in the form of a rather needy embrace, and then he turned to his fearsome daughter, noting the silver tinge in her baby blue. you got new eyes while you were out, the eyjolfur exclaimed jokingly, a smile lingering across his features. i like the color.