Lake Rodney Kiss the skies, we're almost home

It warmed the brute when his hesitance was not met with discrimination, nevertheless Floki didn't seem to display that sort of attitude and so the dark Treborn offered him a kind nod in response. "Of course," he rumbled, deciding not to hold the pale man up in his retreat as he himself turned to go. T'was certainly a calming notion on his nerves to hear that his company would hold him in good thoughts, and so he remained in his pose for a little longer until the last whisps of the Beta's hindquarters disappeared into the brush.

He uttered not a sound as he trotted back towards the shore, head bend low as he continued his hunt without another interruption. Perhaps he'd have more luck now he could focus once again, but thoughts of Moonspear still trailed his mind. He knew one day he'd venture forth towards the foothills, when, he was not certain.

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