Stavanger Bay he finds wings

we shall see. comes wintersbane’s enigmatic response. truth was, he learned long ago to roll with the punches and that the world and life would hold nothing back. not for him, not for anyone. he hoped that the efforts putting forth here, in ironclan, would not to be in vain ( but it wouldn’t be the first time ).

no, not too proud to learn. the tundrian assures her with a small quirk of his lips; amused. once upon a time? perhaps. now? with age brought some semblance of wisdom. his tail sweeps against his hocks as he regards her again, further. what is the topic of this lesson? he inquires; curious.