Oh who would ever want to be king?

last post from me :)

While Dante might like forests the best, Arverk loathed them. He felt as if he could not breathe when he was underneath those thick canopies that blocked out the sun and the sky, it felt unnatural, and he didn't like it, not one bit. But since his pack had quite a lot of forests in it, the swarthy whale knew he would have to adapt to it. And he would do his best, but already he spent most of his time on ridges where no trees stood.

It was just easier.

"Nice to meet you too, Dante." Arverk dipped his head respectfully as he turned to leave. "I hope we meet another time," and with that, the Roman began walking towards the direction of Ouroboros Spine. He was ready to go home.