Barrow Fields royal

@Stjornuati

The field isn't the most exciting place he's ever been, but Castor finds himself lingering. The ocean in one direction, the mountains the other; it's a decision he waffles on endlessly. Where will he make his new claim? So he hunts and sleeps and dozes in the field, idly tracks wolf scents in his spare time, and agonizes over his indecision. It's a simple existence for now, the kind of freedom he'd craved for the sake of healing from his loss. His kingdom...
He shakes his head slightly, glancing toward the sky and turning his thoughts elsewhere. It's midday now, and he's hungry again. Time to hunt. The prince puts his nose to the ground, searching for scents to track to his next meal.