Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
He knows, he knows - he promised Sabrina he’d go with her to Sylva and tell her father the good news. He would, but as the two animal shifters passed by Taiga a faint call caught his attention. Mid-run he paused, digging his claws into the soft, dark soil before raising his sandalwood colored head to listen. When the echoing command faded out he’d told Sabrina to run along without him. He had business to attend to.
Weaving through the shadowy, ancient forest like the slip of a ghost, Crevan lifts his own head to answer Aten with a mournful howl.
There was no one else who replied.
He brushed past the undergrowth and out into the clearing with a bold presence, dark eyes gleaming and his shoulders rolling with immortal health and grace. The pale wolf was a force to be reckoned with but he hadn’t come here to challenge Aten’s rule; actually the opposite.
There was opportunity here and he intended to seize it.
“Nice speech.” Crevan answered through sharp teeth, once the golden horse had finished. “It’s too bad I’m the only one here to appreciate it. We can change that though.” He shrugged, taking a seat.
“I was born here long before you ever came around and I’d like to stay here, to help you out. Taiga has potential and I have unlimited time to give her.” The Wolf-shifter comments. He asses Aten quietly and confidently, never betraying a single thought. His face remains untroubled. “But my service shouldn’t be given freely. If I stay and bring others, I want you to consider me your partner. Your… co-ruler, if titles are what you like.”
Crevan smiles, his ears tilting forward in quiet anticipation. The soft thump of his tail against the forest floor can be heard above the silence. “What do you say Aten? Are you the type to build Taiga, or close her off from the world?”
@[Aten]