Chimera Fields beat up ford

@Stark

The gold and pearl lad had never anticipated he would be so quick to have sought acceptance into a pack. It had been the wild looming wood of Neverwinter that had drawn him so. A startling resemblance to the thickly cut trees of his home. There was not a day that he didn't miss the familiar tangle of his home pack and the lives he had parted with. Striking out on his own had not been forced upon him by any means. He had left comfort on his own accord... and though he had not wanted to admit it, he thought perhaps that was why he sought a new life in a land ravished by famine. He always had a penchant for loving the underdog. In this, it was possible he housed some jealousy for the life of such a character. 

The bronze-coated beast trailed carefully along the outside of the pack. The fields that stretched beyond were a strange sight. He knew so little of the terrain that surrounded the forest, he wasn't at all certain he was in the right mind for wandering. Yet the wanderlust pulled in his chest and he thought of the yearning he'd felt to travel. Sawyer did not know how he could quell the desire for flight and yet remain faithful to the man he needed to be. Ears drawn forward, he watched with little interest as a bird darted from the trees of Neverwinter and soared across the field.