Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

the dance of teasing takes hold as she flits away and he draws nearer. wintersbane does not mind the game; instead reveling it as surely as his northern blood revels in the taste of war. love and war ...it was of the same vein was it not? she flits nearer, murmuring that she would not have the strength to; claiming instead that he should have another. another name to add to his collection? why not. at this point, wintersbane cannot imagine denying her anything and thus rasps, what would you call me? for surely, surely she has something in mind.

the sound of approaching footfalls does not go undetected by the tundrian, but he assumes that they will pass by. he is wrong; and while he doesn't give much of a damn if anyone sees how the fey queen has him wrapped 'round her paw the insistence of their audience nearly draws an annoyed what? from his lips ...but she does not speak to him; despite this his glacial gaze and attention falls upon her all the same with a slight roll of his eyes. while wintersbane is no one of importance he feels he has a right to know what is so goddamn important that they must be interrupted, that this news is so earth shattering that it cannot wait.