Mountain God

They didn’t have to wait long for someone to answer their call.

Aappearing in the distance were the silhouettes of two, dark pelted wolves traversing down the expansive mountainside. Rhazien watched in silence as they approached- analyzing them with a perceptive eye, searching for anything that could give him insight into the mechanics of their pack. Both males were stout and well-fed, one being a few years older than the other. Like Kaino and himself. The older male adorned in scars, while the younger, had crystal-like structures protruding out of his neck. An interesting duo indeed. As the distance between the groups closed, Rhazien felt thrill prickle beneath his skin. Who knows if these brutes would meet their call with violence. The possibility was enthralling.

Stopping before them, the older male offered a gentle nod and a greeting- introducing himself and his son, before asking what brought them to Heiðinn. Must be this packs name. Lips pulling back into his dazzling, suave smile. Rhazien cast his gaze between the two, reciprocating the greeting. “Greetings. I’m Rhazien Saxe, and this,” He motions towards Kaino with muzzle. “Is my niece, Kaino.” The two younger wolves seemed around the same age- perhaps they could interact alone sometime, and Kaino could use her… methods, to get more indepth information. “This mountain range is a formidable landmark- I couldn’t help but wonder who reigns over it.” He begins, settling his gaze on Víðarr. “We’ve come to introduce ourselves… and perhaps, exchange information, regarding our groups...” Pausing, he waited for the information to sink in- to see if the mountain lord would send him away, or accept his curiosity. “...to see if our ideals align.” Was what he ended with- cryptic in his ways, wanting to keep Víðarr engaged.  

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