Duskfire Glacier Blessed are the peacemakers

wintersbane, crass as he could be at times — no doubt arturo's influence upon him — at least has the decency to look away as the other male attempts to compose himself. assured that he was not in immediate danger, the glacial king does not find it within himself to press unnecessarily. i was already awake, wintersbane attempts to soothe; keeping whiskey timbre steeped in smoke soft; lulling. i like to begin my patrols early. the tundrian offers in explanation hoping to dispel any unnecessary guilt the other might be feeling.

he shifts his weight; careful to avoid his healing leg not wishing to upset the mending sinew and flesh.

i am wintersbane, the tundrian offers with a dip of his head. alpha of this fledgling pack. which seemed to be coming along nicely — though he has learned to be careful with getting his hopes up.