Frostfall was doable enough for the titan sized seer, Thal'Sharah had been diverse in it's regions as it had been it's weather, the northern reaches had a wind which cut deeper than the one currently whistling in his ears and snow that seemed a hundred leagues colder than what fell from Helovia's skies. This, well, this was a nice change of pace. His fur was never destined to grow in lush and plentiful when the breath of winter ushered itself to life, but it grew enough that the blue speckles upon it seemed more like shooting stars than their still sisters.

The Seer had been near the borders when the summon reached his ears, ears perked against the wind and his body swiftly turned. It seemed that meetings were once again upon them, the last one had been where Lady Moon had granted him his position as her voice, her Seer — would this be another where those found worthy would be elevated? or was it a simple seasonal summon, to reaffirm goals and recruit those that did not have a purpose?

He moved swiftly over the frost touched ground, leonine tail trailing like a long banner of silver and purple against the stark forest. His thought themselves took flight, like great birds migrating south for the winter, each beat of their delicate white wings another there was much he could say at this meeting — if he was allowed. The Wise Ranks were lacking, and those that were there seemed to be were not as devoted to recruiting nor their tasks as he. Disappointing, that was the word for it, wasn't it? It was not an emotion or feeling he was intimately acquainted with. It would seem he needed to be of a firmer hand, at least for now, Thal'Sharah had spoiled him with their devotion to all of their pantheon.

The clearing comes into sight as his thoughts once again come to land within his mind, the great sentinel stepping out of the tree's with a shake of his great head and neck, long rivers of silver flowing against the motion. His head dips to each of the mares he passes, gentle to avoid bumping into them with his great muscled haunches with a whispered murmur of 'my lady'.
"My King." He greets as he comes to stop at the front of the crowd, taking his place further off to the right in order to peer over the rest of the herd. "My Queen." His head lowered in a deep bow for her, as custom dictated him to do so. "I'm glad to see that you are both well." There is concern in his voice, silver eyes peering at the monarchs, Tembovu pulled his gaze more than Elsa for something seemed off with the King. Though, he knew now was not the time to probe into the fellow Goliath's private life and thoughts, maybe it would be wise to see stay back afterwards and inquire if he was alright — see if the Elephant King would like a rematch on their spar.


"Perhaps, if you will permit, I would like to say a few words myself when urgent matters have been dealt with." He moved on from his thoughts, to his own task at hand, exhaling a frosted breath, looking at the crowd gathered. While he spied only one of his fellow wise ones, he did not see the other. Disappointment again flooded his chest, this meeting would herald a change he thought, he will inspire others to flock to the moon goddess' cause.