lost in the night

Tethered to these peaks by bonds he cannot explain, always here and there within Spirane; never straying too far from its borders. For this was home, it held those he cared for, those he protected, and his queen. Instincts demand him close and he yields willingly to the desire. It is the light of morning that draws his orange eyes away from the world around him, looking to the sky as it lights up in both blue an yellow. Rolling clouds shielding the peaks as the light warms the world below. It is a sight he has became accustom to, rising early so that he may check the borders for any changes through the night. As orange eyes are drawn away from the morning light, it is his ears that soon announce another. As they flicker and pull to a distant howl. Pausing; listening. Then his feet are moving, briskly along the worn trails. Knowing who he would find at the end as his tail sways lightly behind him.

The closer he gets the faster his heart begins to beat, it had been not too long ago when he had stepped away from Spirane to find her, offering her something he was truly unsure his queen would agree upon. But she was his friend, a friend that understood. To know she had accepted and was here, has him hoping that she would be welcomed by his queen. Ears flicker as he approaches through the brush, steps heavy and not shielding his arrival. It is the voice of one in particular that has him pausing slightly, a rush of flutters within his stomach before he steps out and into view. A warming smile takes his lips as it pulls at the scarred tissue of his face. Instincts pull his eyes to his queen, drifting over her as he steps up from behind her. Until they drift ahead, watching the pacing sight of Viora. He pauses at Daenerys' side, brushing his coat against her, acknowledging her first with contact. The steady warmth he had grown so use to, soothes him as well as ignites him. As he moves to brush his muzzle along the silver shoulder it is stopped at the sound of another as his head is whipped back and orange eyes widen as a wide smile takes him at the sight of his little warrior. "Fjall..." He breathes her name in excitement, as his tail rushed behind him. Stepping away from the side of his queen as he moves towards the timid friend. His head lowers, orange eyes dancing in light as he bumps his head along Fjall's. "Long time no see, little warrior." He whispers happily. Winking at her before looking towards Viora. "I hope your journey was well?.." Though he knows already it would be, Viora was not one to allow another to stop her. One lash of that wicked tongue would settle any disputes, he cannot help but wonder if he backtracked her trail if he would find a weeping wolf missing a piece of their ego from her wake.

It is after that thought he looks back at Fjall, a lift of a scarred brow as he wonders why she was here with Viora, hoping that Fjall was not one of the said victims. As orange eyes drift between the pair, curiosity growing. Gently does he begin to step back, though his happiness at having the duo here is evident. It is not until he is once again at his queens side does he stop. Glancing at her as he bumps softly into her shoulder. Excitement burning in those orange eyes as he voice breaks. "Daenerys, I would like you to meet Viora and Fjallraven. My friends.." He says the last in a semblance of reverence. Looking back at the pair as he grins, "Though I am quite surprised to see Fjall, I had offered Viora a home not too long ago.." He turns to his queen now, unsure how she would take his words, hoping he had not overstepped in his actions. But to see his friend so unhappy within her previous home he could not stop the proposal. It is as this he falls silent, orange eyes drifting between the three as he waits to see just how this unfolded.

jericho

THE BLOODRIDER OF SPIRANE