agrippina had been asked by their new dronning (queen) to show Oberon these guardian paths. and so at dawn she went to find him, wrapped in a cowl of recently hunted white fox. she was getting rather good on the slopes and hoped idly that today she would be able to show him her prowess.
oberon was a man of chocolate hues and piercing eyes. she had seen him at the meeting, and hoped that they would be familiar to one another. a pause, and she called out beside frozen water, ready for him to join her as the sun descended.
a promontory jutted from ancient glacier, and it was here agrippina settled herself to wait.

Things had changed drastically since he had made Northfall his home. Was this something that occurred often with this pack? How curious still that Arvid, their previous King, had gone utterly missing without a single trace. He wasn't sure if search parties were still trying to find him, though his own mind was placed elsewhere. Oberon had indeed heard the call from the one named Agrippina.

She had a voice that was unlike the others, the ones of northern blood. But it wasn't her voice that mostly caught him off guard, but her reddish pelt and green eyes. An attractive creature in her own right, though that wasn't why he sought her out. No, Wardruna had sent her on business to show him around. What else that would happen, was up to the two of them. The dark pelted wolf scaled the upper part of the slopes, finding her figure sitting upon a jutted out formation of rock and snow. A friendly bark escaped his maw as he approached her.


Agrippina

oberon proved to be as handsome as agrippina had suspected on that one glance during the meet. she would do nothing with this information, of course, as it was for her own pleasure. hello, sir, called the roman, standing to greet the one with whom she would travel today. i am agrippina, and i will show you northfall.
she studied his face, but not with a long look. to remain aloof was to maintain herself, and agrippina knew no other way. what do you know of mountains? she asked next, lightly, her face pleasant as focus was aptly trained upon oberon and kept there.
if only the one once called mother might see what her training had wrought, what the tiny island had spawned after all.

Agrippina introduced herself with a calm grace, something that he had taken notice of almost right away. A pleasure, I'm sure. Oberon made a slight nod of the head in recognition, then got to his feet to follow her. I know only a little, that they are treacherous and don't take kindly to those that are not born of their peaks. Though they are less forgiving to those they deem worthy as well, providing challenge. His voice was thick with both a northern and German accent, voice rugged yet smooth to the ears. What knowledge have you acquired? Oberon watched her facial expressions carefully, wondering what was going on behind those green eyes of hers. What thoughts lied beneath that pretty reddish gold head.

his accent; agrippina could not place it. that cadence was both familiar and not, pleasant in an understated sort of way. i was not born to mountains, revealed the roman with a small grin. and you are right. these are things i have learned. here there are fjords, cliffs, lakes, waterfalls -- but i think i will show you first to the ice river.
a glacier which spread out nearby, it resembled nothing so much as a spread of fine blue water, though the sharp frozen edges did not spare more than the hardiest paw from its cut. they would be careful. with a glance to oberon, agrippina set off, pointing out how even from here the sun caught the sheen of the glacier and flung it back into the air.

Agrippina was full of surprises, catching him off guard when she indeed revealed her origins. You have become quite accustomed. I am impressed. The mountains seem to suit you, they welcome you. A compliment freely given with no strings attached. A kind expression on his face though still remaining fairly stoic, keeping his cards close to his chest as always. Oberon listened well as she spoke of the different features these mountain range had to offer. Blue eyes trailed to the glacier in the distance, his body following her own as she set out on the mountain trail. The glacier sparkled and glinted in the evening light, making it almost appear like diamonds across glimmering surface. It was almost magical, but dangerous to all that dared to tread upon it.

oberon enjoyed what he saw in agrippina, and she would never admit to the flush of enjoyment in her belly as his compliments flowed. fine wine. he had the potential of a man made impulsive by eagerness -- or a man who masked his true self with that rakish enchantment.
but she had not been around men overlong, and so was free to find genuine glee in their interaction. and so they have.
she let herself preen for a scant moment before him, then set off, pulse leaping with a heart-rush she had not before felt.
at length they came to the great lake of ice, and agrippina was quiet for a time. do not step upon its beauty. your feet will not thank you, came her voice in quiet follow, standing at his side as she kept the attentive set of her face trained upon the shimmering expanse.

Agrippina seemed to take a fancy to his compliment, to the point he could have sworn he saw a smile on her face. There was a gleam to her green eyes that spoke of something akin to pleasure, though he decided not to speak of it. Instead he followed her along the mountainous terrain, only stopping when they came upon the vast expanse of frozen water.

It sparkled and shimmered in the evening glow, catching his attention quite quickly. However the warning that came from his guide entered his ears just as fast. Blue orbs studied the structure as she spoke, wondering just how deep the watery depths went. Better not to find out. Instead Oberon looked to the red wolf, wondering what she was like underneath that quiet mind.

i have not been with northfall long, but i suspect that in spring, streams run down from this glacier. agrippina turned her face toward oberon, though she did not meet his eyes. instead, she searched for the warmth of his continued, approving looks, feeling in them a validation that she began to understand as pride.
her mother had explained this, explained ego. but to experience it was to be a new sort of pupil, and she saw its danger. to search out this feeling over and again held a great appeal. oberon enjoyed the look of her, and agrippina was coming to realize she enjoyed, in the same way, his eyes upon her. shall we break for a while? or shall we keep going? asked the guide, this time letting her eyes touch his own with a warm look before she pretended shyness and set attention back on the icy breadth.

Oberon could feel her gaze upon him, like a warm glow of the sun upon his skin. She casted her eyes away from him often however, choosing to focus on her task. I don't see any reason why it wouldn't form that way. Good to know, I will keep an eye out for these streams come the warmer months. He looked back to her to see she had broken away from his gaze, looking to guide him elsewhere.

Lead the way. There seems to be so much to see here. The chocolate colored man took to following her, wondering what lied in wait for him at the end of this tour. When should I approach the Queen about my position here? I am still trying to figure out where my place is amongst the Northfall wolves. How long he was going to stay with them? He still had yet to figure that out as well. That is if he was ever going to leave.