Two Rivers Isle Quilted red

Sorry for my absence, I've been busy with school drama performances this week and have not been coming home until around half midnight so yeah, I'm tired as heck

Purposeful footpads caught the boys attention as he inspected the hollow, his ears pricking as he heard a light chuff call out from the brush. "Burke," he greeted the brute with a wave of his tail, abandoning his motive for the time being and manoeuvring his slight form to face the other, trotting forward in a respectful posture. He reached out his cranium briefly to touch noses with his superior, eyes glinting in admiration. "I was only doing my best to protect us," he voiced modestly, reclining back onto his haunches as he listened to him speak again. "As for being a guardian, I'll give it some thought. It would be an honour to serve and protect the others, yet I would hate to have all that responsibility weighted on my shoulders." Being in Bluegrass has made him realise that responsibility was perhapse a burden, yet if Burke could do it, maybe he could too. After all, how else would he prove himself worthy of residing within thr dark rulers kingdom. "How is Vassago?"