Arrow Lake Freedom Comes With A Price

Being likened to a living, breathing mountain was a fitting description for the Duskfire. His brawny build and towering stature mimicked the most formidable of rough peaks. Appropriately colored, with fur likened to stone itself, thick to shield away the cold. And icy eyes, comparable to an un-blemished, cloudless sky. 

The pale lady noticed him, backing up from the ledge on which she stood. Ensio still had not figured out that she had not in fact, heard his call. But she returned it, in an inviting sound of her own. That same breeze that had given him away combed through his fur as he accepted, bridging the distance that separated them.

His muzzle lowered to sniff at the ground near her paws, inching closer. Upwards. Curious but not pushy.