Lands a'new

It had been a while since he’d ventured north, and he had half a mind to check out the bridge Aurielle had mentioned. As well, it could be a chance to scout Winterfell, see if their northern ally still stood, considering how little contact there’d been from the northern pack.

He paused as Chrystal floated down from the canopy, coming to land on his armor-clad withers with a soft click of her beak, silvery blue eyes blinking as her head swiveled ahead in that odd way owls had. They had become so attuned that he didn’t need to ask her what it was. Each click, each movement was a sentence in and of itself.

He nodded quietly and padded onward, bi-chocolate tail flicking level with his hips as a soft spot in the snow sank unexpectedly and he rocked his weight back to adjust and avoid falling flat on his chin. He was eager for spring to show itself. Even in their western home, Valhalla had yet to see a true thaw. And he’d been hearing reports of bizarre creatures from Lyr, Ardyn’s raven, and from Chrystal herself.

Chrys hadn’t been urgent in her warning of someone ahead, so he doubted it was one of those, thankfully.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think