Cross My Heart

Had had gotten past his little endeavor with Gargoyle, and regardless of what was truly going on in the King's mind at the moment he knew that he still had something he had to do before he left Glaciem to return to where his loyalties were truly lain. Valhalla. Heavy paws barreling through the snow the giant male would raise his head to the heavens, demanding an audience with the girl. He missed her so much. If there truly was something he cared about, it was Arcane, she was a near spitting image of himself, and he was more than proud to say she was a member of the family he was not even close to disappointed in.

Wry simper would curl his inky lips and the sire would press his rear to the cold ground, it was different, Glaciem, even when he knew he was going to have to prepare for more ludicrous conditions, and admittedly he was more well equipped for them, he found that it was still a bit rough. Flesh would tickle at the cold, salmon tongue would constantly cross his chops to avoid immediate dehydration, and lastly, xanthous eyes would remain blinking persistently in heavy attempts to keen, after all, he wanted to see Arcane when she did come to him. He would not leave without her at least greeting him.