just exist

Song hadn’t been born in the Nothern reaches but he felt the call of them. The icy lands were his chosen home, and he had little intention of venturing far from them. Knowing that Kirsi felt the same way in not so many words warmed him to her further. Us, he was startled as how good the words sounded when it fell from Kirsi’s lips. She was willing to give Acere and Winterfell a try, Song nodded.

”We don’t have to go right away,” he found himself saying in answer. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to up and head over to the pack at that very moment. ”I mean, I don’t have any pressing matters to attend. There’s no rush to fling ourselves at the pack.” He chuckled softly in amusement. Really he wanted a bit of time to say goodbye to Fyri and all Ignatius wished it to stand for. They were small, but the man had some hefty visions.

Song had very much enjoyed his time with the fiery alpha, but life had to go on. They couldn’t linger here and fade away like Ignatius. Song needed purpose, and challenge in his life. Hopefully Acere would be able to offer just that. The Destruction man sighed softly as his icy blue gaze shifted back to Kirsi’s small form. ”I think I’ll miss Fyri,” he admitted quietly. He wasn’t sure how she felt about its loss, but he guessed she held similar sentiments.