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For Oberon

The time of darkness still hung heavy on the land. The light of Sun long tucked away. Even goddess Moon's gentler rays could not be found and Wardruna could only ponder how many souls had lost their way without her guiding light.

Northfall held still, yet it was by the remaining presence of their prey that they survived. When scouting the Alpine, the great caribou herd had moved south. Elk and deer likely so before them. They would find luck if they were to catch the trail of ox or moose. For now, their livelihood was placed in the hearts of the mountain goat and ram which scattered across their mountain tops. Wardruna could hear them now, a crack of keratin sheaths echoing through the mountains as she walked the foothills of their northern most peaks.

Wardruna was not the best of hunters. She could be quite clumsy when in a rush and her uses were best offered on flat ground at the end of a run during the take down where brute force was put to work. The Queen questioned perhaps one day she might test her luck on the coast again but laughed at the thought of it.

Darkness continued to envelope the land, blanketing the world in nothing but snow and ice. The wind had died down this day, bringing at least some comfort to the wolves of Northfall. But there was still the problem of finding food; the bigger animals fleeing to the south in order to survive the long winter. Rams and sheep still continued to spread across the mountain tops with great luck. But even so, how long would that sustain them?

Oberon had been scouting the vast territories of the mountains, keeping tabs on the prey populations to keep his mind from wandering too deep into the abyss. Every so often, his nose would lead him to another pack member. But not close enough for him to engage. Not that he disliked company, but the dark knight still wasn't sure exactly what to do when it came to forming relationships. Past mistakes have kept him solitary, with only the red wolf with the green eyes to keep him partially sane.

Still he kept her at bay, afraid that she would suffer the same fate as the last girl he tried to save. Oberon kept telling himself it was better this way. But it was even harder to believe it without the shadow of a doubt. Even with his more forced solitary way of being, there was still no denying the companionship of his queen if she so wished it.

Oberon caught her scent almost immediately, seeing her earthen form in the distance before long. Keeping silent, blue eyes simply watched her from afar, learning more about her from a safe distance as best he could. If she decided to call for him? Well no escaping what might be fate. Simple as that.