Duskfire Glacier May you be in heaven a full half hour

after his conversation with tzila, wintersbane makes a beeline for the borders; nearly obsessive with his patrols of them. it was where he could often be found — with the occasional deviation of one of the neighboring territories to keep track of the roaming herds and ensure that they weren't about to get unwanted neighbors dropping camp next door. with the potential of cubs — his, rye's ( it didn't matter ) — on the horizon wintersbane is more territorial than ever; a soldier who's finger hovered over the trigger, hesitating dangerously on that line of ask questions or shoot first.

wintersbane only stops when he hears purposeful footfalls catching up to him; assuming that he is being sought. he turns in the direction of the footfalls and greets, lane. when the woman comes into view.