Sawtooth Spire Minuet

the summons rises thru the chilling spring air and wintersbane, luckily close by, quickly diverts his path to intercept. often, he can be found upon the borders, having doubled his patrols since the birth of wylla's cubs. the closer he draws to the origins of the call, however, the more uneasy he begins to feel. three scents — one of them tickling a sense of familiarity within him — mingle upon the air. given that there was just a birth in the pack, his hackles bristle in an instinctively prickly demeanor. one, fine. three? such a large number doesn't bode well with wintersbane ( and they aren't even his cubs ).

his approach is swift and stiff; tail arched over his back in an obvious display of dominance. normally, he can't stand lording his title and power as he does now but ...in the end, it all circles back to the newborn cubs and the women that carry within their womb. there's a lot to protect and far too much to lose to take his chances. ❝these are sagtannet's borders,❞ he introduces upon his approach, recognizing reiko though the man and woman she is flanked by go unknown. he has met her before, and then again when he lost all sense of who he was. it was she and easy that had healed him, that saw that he lived. he owes her a life debt; but even so that does not ebb the stiffness in his posture.