Distance Well Traveled

Confusion graced his expression when an unfamiliar voice lights the air. A beckoning call at the border of the plains that seemed to be intended for him. But why? Anyone he cared to interact with was either here or all the way north. And the more time he spent away from the north, the more he was beginning to forget about them. Not that he wanted to desert his accidental family, but because the message had been loud and clear. Stay the fuck away.

It was the confusion that drug him out from the moor and into the plains where a very familiar pup who had grown just a bit stood waiting. "Cressida?" Scald inquired, brow furrowing as he approached his daughter. "What're you doin' here alone?" His voice is clipped, concern sharpening the edges as he looks around to see if anyone was lying in wait.

Scald & Elysia