The Floodlands I feel you in my arms, but you're hardly even with me

To return to the mountain would be an unnecessary expendeture. Silaluk made that clear in her actions. Though Aklark agreed, it was his draw to the mountain that called him back. He made no comment however and he watched in silence as he called for the rest of those who traveled with Tartok. They would all arrive shortly, but the distance between them stretched for miles. To pass the time, Silaluk pressed Aklark to play chase. Their roles were already pre-supposed.

Beneath his rough outer layer of silence, savagery, and stoicism, Aklark played with those he trusted with enthusiastic abandon, much like a pup does with its siblings. There were few he trusted as much a Silaluk. She had, and would, see that side of him without resistance. So, as if on cue, Aklark began to sprint across the flatlands with Silaluk likely nipping on his heels.