Raven's Watch you only understand the language of the sword

Kynareth’s heavy paws take him further north by days. Again, he is scouting for a place for his pack to go. A new place. Though he is quite in love with his canyon of red, he will have to come back to it another day. For now, he craves water. His throat felt gritty from the travel and his body sore, paw pads roughed up and bleeding in a place or two. He is used to it. He travels hard distances to train himself too. This is no different.

So water he craves, trotting casually he recognizes this area, has seen it from a distance. He goes towards the smaller lake that’s nestled comfortably next to the mountain. Though when he turns the corner he’s stops in his step, seeing the two wolves before him. A loose expression displaying something akin to surprise, he quickly rights himself and offers a casual smile and a chuff. “Evening,” he greets to the two.