[u][b]Algrim Whitemane[/b][/u]
Algrim exhaled deeply, his breath appearing before him in a white mist as his gloved hand absently patted the flank of the Stone Warhorse below him. Even through the leather, he could feel the stone steed's cold, rough exterior and the power of the magic working and emanating from within like a beating heart that remained strong, even in these dark times. The stone steeds eyes glowed an emerald-like glow, as it gazed around, never failing, never dimming. 
Reign, the very same Makitherin forged spear that was once held by Lorem Whitemane, the founder of house Whitemane in times of old, was now like a burden to Algrim as he carried it across his back and kept in place by a leather strip tied around his chest. In a similar fashion to that of the stone steed's eyes, one of keen eyesight would see that the spear tip also glowed an emerald-like glow albeit faintly.

[I]The days are growing colder. [/I] He thought, Now with the crown of Fire missing, there was nothing to stop the coming winter. His thoughts wandered to that of his children and home, a few days had passed since he had waved his farewells to his remaining family, his bloodline, his joy and they were all he had left. Even fewer days had passed since he had left the border of the Greenwood, already was he yearning for home, to return to that which he knew and was familiar with. But now he was heading into a den of wolves, before him sprawled the city of renowned splendours, Sky haven. 
The slight rise of craggy rock he sat atop his Warhorse on, offered a view of the city over the walls but little protection from the wind as he gazed over the sight before him, he idly contemplated the reason for each house being here. It was a sombre one, a king was dead, a good king, but with no eligible heir left to ascend the now idle throne and take his place, the cold winter was also starting to show its icy claws once again, it did not look good for the people of Eledyn and hard times were ahead. This also gave way to bids for power and left the houses to bicker amongst themselves and pick through the remains, frankly Algrim was ashamed at such displays he knew he would witness. Nothing would he take apart in though, or so he told himself.
"Very observant..." A voice, as sharp as the whistling wind and snow that was so common back home, emanated from behind him.
"Malakai” Algrim spoke plainly. The Court Druid of House Whitemane, while indeed a powerful and proven druid in the primal ways, had an air of untrustworthiness to him. He had insisted on joining Algrim to Sky haven for a reason unknown to himself, perhaps he was just curious, wanting to see the glorified city in person? Nevertheless his power could prove useful, so he had agreed. 
"We are ready to move." Again, the voice spoke.
Looking back over his shoulder, he now saw the druid, clad in green, hooded robes that hid his face from view and billowed in the wind. In his right hand he held an old, well-worn oak staff, several feathers hung on string from its wooden base. Behind the cloaked druid, a little way of the rise and on the well-trodden dirt road below, stood a small retinue of armed guards and nobles, all looking expectantly with their shields and weapons in their hands. A shaking of fur to his right, indicated that Brutus, Algrim's own hound and the largest kept by House Whitemane was ready also. Looking down at the loyal hound that stood, alert as ever beside him. Brutus’s black fur stood out against the snow and his brown eyes returned his gaze. They were ready.

Turning his back to the retinue, again facing Sky haven, he spoke quietly in an ushered tone.
"Let's not keep our friends in the capital waiting then" 
Without another word, he leaned over and whispered words of magic into the ear of the stone warhorse and the steed began its trot once again, its stone hooves clattering against the rock and then dirt below. It was soon to be followed by the marching sound of boots, one after enough and the clatter of hooves. The banner held at the fore-front of the party, stood aloft in the sky signifying their allegiance. House Whitemane, it spoke boldly to whomever was surely watching them from the stone walls of Sky haven. 
[I]Once more, I find myself within a den of wolves. [/I]