Wild Berry Meadow the distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife

He had caught Nirali's pretty sister staring at him often, although he was far too much of a gentleman to say anything about it. Usually, he just pretended he didn't notice so she wouldn't get embarrassed, hoping his acting had been convincing enough. Truthfully, he'd like to get to know her better, but he had refrained despite his interest. He had nothing to offer a woman. He was a traitor, a soldier who had deserted his pack—natrona. It caused him a lot of guilt and was most of the reason he wandered with the two of them. They kept him company and kept him from having to deal with the things he'd rather forget about. But the mention of their home and something called 'Razikale' piqued his interest. He wanted to know more about it...about them. He was about to ask, but the girls' attention was quickly shifted to the meadow and it's safety. He would ask about it later, maybe use it as an excuse to talk to Eleni...

He surveyed the meadow, lifting his nose to draw in the scents. Safer is always good— his words were abruptly cut off as his gaze found the lake. Water. He could never resist the urge to swim. He missed the ocean like crazy when he was this far inland. Without another word, he trotted over to the water and waded in, ignoring the way it stung his still healing wound and momentarily forgetting that he he wasn't alone.