Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

snow being crunched underfoot. arcturus looked up, water dripping from his chin. his ears perked as his eyes searched the bank, coming to rest on a figure younger than himself nearby.

her scent he pinpointed immediately — she was a wolf from the fen; standing proud in that unbending way that he had noted dacio had. the young commander, he reminded himself — hydra had told him as much, when they had first learned of roangeda’s plan to settle. his ears swept to the side to recognize her station, and he stood more at ease now than he had in seconds past.

a roangeda wolf. arcturus stated, straightening the bend in his spine as he moved from the bank. arcturus, of moonspear.