Broken Antler Fen it loves as harsh

apologies about that

He was there, upon the borders that their Worlida loped towards, already through half of a patrol. He took it upon himself to refresh any places that seemed to be weakening in scents. Although it was his title to protect Praimfaya, he felt the pressure to protect them all the best he could. Of course he was not alone in such a task even if his mind presented it as his sole burden.

But he is tugged away from the thoughts at the sound of an approach. She is easy to spot with that stark coat and the unique smudges under her eyes as if someone tried to wipe away tears with the earth. It was her who had a burden, he knew. On a path to Wanheda and destined for such greatness in her youth. Perhaps she was here to busy herself with the same thing he was doing.

A deep whuff escaped him as he waited to see if she might direct her path — her attention — towards him.