Haunted Wood Jon snow doesn't want it

Moving yet another time had the lieutenant far more on edge than was normal for him. He, too, was not all too happy to be strapped with the responsibility of ushering one of his king's children. He had hoped to be in the front, keeping guard over everyone and making sure the path was safe, but he had not complained when given his assignment; he would do whetever was expected of him as always.

Had he known of the nickname the child had given him, he would have been slightly amused while informing the young pup that fun was for those who had nothing important to do, which was never the case for the beast. The boy would likely learn that soon enough.

Patience was not a strength of Midar's, so each time Venamis jumped in his way or nipped at his legs, he grew more frustrated. He was trying to keep the unruly child safe, and his job was only made harder by the constant interruptions. Towards the end, he had taken to lightly reprimanding the pup with a flash of teeth and a low growl any time he was up to his antics again for however much good it did.

He didn't think anyone was as relieved as he was once they reached their target destination. He very gladly relinquished his watch over the child as Venamis sleepily wandered over to his sister. Midar quietly padded over to where Damien stood looking over their new home and silently joined. Once they were rested, he would start the large task of marking the borders, sure others would join in to help soon enough. He didn't want there to be any confusion about who this forest belonged to now.