Shadewood Whiskey on the bed

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Little did the fox know, the Bull lurks upon Shadewood's borders more often than not. Within its clutches, there is little for Reiner to do. Certainly, he could lounge by the water as most retired men would dream of doing. His King, for example, would no doubt be doing so right now with a feast and women surrounding him. Nonetheless, the Bull finds such a life boring. He patrols the Keep, or he leaves to scout the lands beyond it.

Returning from one such adventure, the Bull strides into the Keep. His stomach still hungry despite catching lazy seabirds near the coast. Long legs, however, abruptly halt. His head keeps aligned with his shoulders, neutral in posture as he stares down the once trespasser. Much too close to the borders. The Bull slowly raises a questioning eyebrow; 'What do you think you're doing,' written clear as day on his face.