the beginning

Song and Kirsi really took their time in making their way to Winterfell’s borders, however close it was the two wolves had yet to converse with Acere, the pack leader. Instead they’d mostly lingered in old Fyri lands. He wasn’t sure where his partner in crime was at the moment, he didn’t press her when she needed moments to herself. With the weather starting to take a turn towards real cold he was thankful for her company. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her, but he also still wondered about Ignatius. Would he come back, should he try and make a move? Was being in this friend zone kind of place acceptable for now? At least he could say he was close to her.

He lay on his favorite sunning rock, thinking about Kirsi, when his icy blue eyes fell on the form of an unknown. She was just as pale as he was, but lacked his golden eye markings. He watched her quietly, wondering if she might spot him against the snow covered ground.