tell the wolves i'm home
Upon further inspection, Morgan might find the stranger not dressed nearly warm enough to be 'just some Grounder'. In fact, he was barely dressed warm enough to be considered a standard Halovian. Between that and the long tarp bundled on his shoulder, he was certainly an oddity.
But Jace looked up when addressed, icy green eyes holding the new Warden's gaze. Perhaps then she would realize the forces at play - the familiar cold aura about him signalling his benefactor. "This is my home." he said simply. His voice was low and deep, but surprisingly soft. He jerked his head slightly to the bundle on his shoulder. "I also found your runaway Archmage. She fell into a ravine in the Fangs."
But Jace looked up when addressed, icy green eyes holding the new Warden's gaze. Perhaps then she would realize the forces at play - the familiar cold aura about him signalling his benefactor. "This is my home." he said simply. His voice was low and deep, but surprisingly soft. He jerked his head slightly to the bundle on his shoulder. "I also found your runaway Archmage. She fell into a ravine in the Fangs."
JACE
