The Merry Go Round of Life

An unfamiliar call pulled him from his task. He was attempting to make something special for Heloise, but he needed more material before he could continue. He carefully rolled it up in a seal skin to keep it dry and hid it away in a nook he had dug out for storage. He didn't want to keep his visitor waiting, so he didn't bother with putting his tiger pelt on this time. He'd approach the borders to find a woman waiting for him there, though her scent betrayed that she belonged to a pack. A brow rose in curiosity as he wondered what she was here for. "Welcome to Winterfell, I am Acere, how can I assist you?" While the woman herself wasn't familiar, he recognized the pack scent. Legion. Was she here on business for that cocky bastard? He supposed he'd wait and see.

"Acere"||Winter