Northstar Vale uumak ☈

despite her initial fear, the young woman felt herself warming to the man. melkor. "it is polite to be humble. i am kukutux." beyond the cold fire of his eyes and the fearsome appearance worn by the hunter, his voice was kind.

and handsome, the spirit whispered, provoking a rose flush beneath velveteen fur. but he reminded her too much of cry, without the madness that had flared in that stare.

"you are ... you will be ... father? in courtfall?" she asked politely, though she was ashamed not to know the proper word for a male leader within these ethereal ranks.