Stone Circle capture the cretan bull

since his most recent reading of the threadbones for the beta, the whispers they typically would elicit, like a smoker craving the next hit of nicotine, had quieted.

for now, they were sated and the soothsayer turns his attention to the physical.

he haunts the borders like a menacing shadow, scarred muzzle aimed towards the no man's land between the borders and the neutral territory besides.

the morning is already warm, the air heavy with humidity; the sun unrelenting as he patrols. and though a part of him enjoys the shade as he moves beneath it where it peppers the borders, he does not terribly mind the warmth of the sun along his spine.

The Shieldmaiden as usual prowled the lands of the Heim, observing the comings and goings of the creatures that shared the land with Kvarsheim.

The behemoth heard the footfalls of another near the borders, and as she approaches she finds one of their newest.
A man, if you could call him that, whose body looked younger than her own, yet whose aura vibrated with wisdom earned by hardship and strife.

Ulfhild calmly came to stand somewhere at Ingram's side, close-ish but not intentionally intruding upon the personal space of the dark-swathed man.

The Protector hummed lightly as the sunlight cast itself over her spine.
Warm and invitational now, Ulfhild felt that the heat would only get heavier as the day progressed onward.

the woman that silently joins ingram on his patrol brings to mind, unwillingly and un-welcomingly, the ungrateful child.

it is first, quick glimpse that brings to the forefront of his mind those memories.

his steps falter for a brief moment; a double take commanded and taken.

it is not her, ingram realizes in the seconds that follows.

whatever prickles of his hackles that had begun to bristle lay flat and he is quick to compose himself.

he offers no words, but silently accepts her companionship by continuing along the patrol.

amusedly wondering if her unwitting resemblance to the ungrateful child and her mother has caused her any sort of grief.

Ulfhild sees the flare of Ingram's hackles., but she is cool and collected, more so as he realizes she is no threat.
She glances to him once with a raised brow after he cools his shit, but her demeanor does not change, nor her expression - she is untelling in all visible ways.

Regardless, the shieldmaiden is content to stand in the silence. 
She would eventually move on, or a conversation would arise...either way, the monolith was largely unbothered.