Ocean's Breath Plateau kun en hukommelse

Upon initially joining Donnelaith, Flaris had felt reluctant to leave the Sentinels. That was a sentiment long gone now, as he had come to realize that the queen(s) of the wood didn't mind his coming and going— as long as he always returned. The freedom made him feel more at home here than he did within The Monarchy. Their rules had been severe, but not without purpose. Such a large community couldn't survive without rigid structure and balance.

He remembered his home as he ventured onto the darkened Plateau, one of his more favored haunts, but forgot them quickly as he watched a broadened, bronze figure begin to materialize ahead of him. He held no caution in his approach, smelling his own pack firmly upon the (decided) stranger, though made sure to make his presence known before coming to stand at his packmate's taller, and well-muscled shoulder. "Good evening, my friend. I hope I'm not disturbing your peace."