Larksong Grotto Now we got problems

Never a dull day in Redtail Rise indeed. Arion had been patrolling the borders, muttering curses under his breath as he walked and marked as diligently as ever. He wished his older brother, Krios was here to assure him that he could still keep the annoying, pesky things called emotions at bay, that he could still remain the same stoic and emotionless machine he had been before this incident happened. He wished to be assured that he could still choose to not make any lasting connections with anyone, still remain as his own man for the rest of his life. But Krios wasn't here, so Arion was alone in his problems.

Scowling, the chocolate Greek was about to take off to his den to pop some poppy seeds into his jaws (he never took extract on patrols) when Saena's howl rang through the air. As the warrior's head was still clear, the stallion immediately took off into the direction of the source of the call, Larksong Grotto. Trouble was here in the North, near his home and those he cared about and loved. This time, he would not be merciful, he would be what he was always meant to be, a chaotic savage and feral beast that would aim only to slaughter and kill.