[private] until the night turns

[Nashua]

It had been one thing to discuss how to deal with Gale on the Isle. It had been one thing to discuss with Noel about what they would do here, about what they hoped to achieve (at the very least, Nashua is determined to retrieve their wayward son). But the moment that Gale appears in front of him, all those conversations and plans dissipate. The thing that stands before him looks like Gale - moves like Gale, even greets him in that same bright tone he always had. His pale lips curl and the chestnut pegasus finds himself wishing that he could rip the wretched thing's throat out.

But if this has the same familial healing that all Wolfbane's offspring seem to share, Nashua knows any fight will be futile. "Enough," the winged horse warns, nearly growling the word. He knows that this isn't Gale and the Northern Leader has no desire to keep up pretenses. Nash wishes to retrieve his son and keep his already fragmented family as safe and as intact as he can. His green eyes flick over to the pale mare who greets him quietly and seeing her scars nearly makes Nashua give into the black fury that he has carried since the day that Wishbone appeared on the Isle.

Knowing nothing of the way that Mazikeen has been pulled apart and then put back together, he only sees more harm that the Curse has done. His burning eyes turn back to the thing that wears Gale, angling himself so that Noel remains behind him. (He would figure a way to get Mazikeen out, he thinks.) They were here to get Bolder, that much should be obvious.

"If you return Bolder now - unharmed - I'm willing to overlook that you broke one of my predecessor's edicts," the Northern King says. It went by Wolfbane then, but Neverwhere had banished him (the Curse). The name it goes by does not matter. "You were banished from the North in one lifetime," he continues tersely, not looking away from the shifter in front of him, giving him a look of utter hatred. Did It remember?

"And that sentence still stands."