[ he may well be the only Stark to speak of in Caer Glaem but he's hardly the only wolf in the castle. Dyson's not the social type. he doesn't embrace or coddle others, except Kenzi. but she's different, isn't she? headstrong yet fragile in her mortality. he's only idly thinking of her now as he wanders the halls. if he's going to make a home for himself here, it won't do not to know those he's supposed to call brethren.
it isn't long before he notices someone as determined to roam as he is. are they kindred spirits? too soon to tell. but a conversation can do more help than harm, if rightly worded. ] One hell of a welcoming party, don't you think?
[ but there are reasons men wander from the fire to traverse the shadows. ]
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it isn't long before he notices someone as determined to roam as he is. are they kindred spirits? too soon to tell. but a conversation can do more help than harm, if rightly worded. ] One hell of a welcoming party, don't you think?
[ but there are reasons men wander from the fire to traverse the shadows. ]