Cause we all know we have to be Stronger

He wasn’t playing games with her. She seemed the type that needed a place to call home, she had family here and he was fairly certain she was born within the Moorland as well. Why not bring her to her brithland? That was how he saw it at least. May perhaps Ark didn’t know what he was getting into. He knew Malum was here and he had been tracking down his sister to take her from the free lands and bring her to Iromar. It was part of his task, sure, but he was hoping that she would maybe stay. If not he was still getting his task completed and was able to prove to Aithne he could steal for her if that was what she desired. He didn’t reply to her when he first found her alone. He had done some research; she had a man friend of some sorts running around. But he managed to chase her around eventually cornering her and getting her to go the way he wanted.

He wasn’t sure what happened to her in the past, what he was sure of though was that he had won and that maybe she was a bit scared. Still he ignored it, slowly herding her further and further away until she was snatched away from the area she was hiding in and in to the outside edge of Iromar. Once she seemed sufficiently far and sick of running now that she knew what his goal was he came out slowly. His tipped tail gave a flick as he walked up to her with all the grace his family gave him. The angelic wolf let his light blue yes meet the much smaller fem’s his light graceful form came to a halt a comfortable place before her as she demanded what he wanted now.

”Now that you are here? I will welcome you back to Iromar, and how much time you spend here is wholly up to you. I have simply taken you here to offer you a place of rest for the winter if you would like or if you still prefer to live with your… friend, in the free lands you can do that as well. But you will at least be staying here until Winter arrives. Not too long.” He says in his lighter male tones. Nothing about him was overly manly, he had taken much more after his mother Isola than he had his father Kane and sometimes he wished that was not the case.

”Also if you care to know, my name is Arkane, but feel free to call me Ark if you wish. Many do.” He was trying to ignore how angry she was and it was surprisingly easy. Her short temper reminded him a lot of Calliel in a way. So it was quite easy to handle.

Son to Kane & Isola - Litter-mate to Calliel
Love of None – Imprint of Najira