Swiftcurrent Creek the two weed spots, the two hot glocks

The mercenary peered over his group for a moment, his ear swivelling a top his head as he listened to the sound of the wind passing through the terrain. Sylvas slowly looked back to Grayday and gave the other male a small nod, his muzzle parting as he replied tiredly, ”Honestly, we could do with the rest.” The brown male said as he let out a deep sigh, his gaze falling on Heartha as she spoke up and he simply offered her a reassuring smile.

”If it really is okay with you that is?” His golden gaze looked to Grayday, ”I'm sorry for the trouble, but I know my paws could do with a break.” He said gruffly, tail swaying idly behind him as he slowly turned his attention back to his group.