Nova Peak It's like an apple of temptation

Taikon wondered what exactly her mind was so busy with all the time. Surely Stag couldn't fill all that space on his own. Perhaps she was much like him, constantly dwelling on the past without feeling much control over it. The idea of sleeping a handful of hours made him frown. He had trouble imagining what that might be like, considering he frequently slept half of a full day, particularly after one of his longer travels.
He nodded all the same, knowing that it was virtually impossible to break such habits, and generally there was no need. The pack borders were just as well guarded from intruders at night as during the day. Nocturnal animals, too, would venture out under the stars to be caught by an alert wolf.
It is a bit like the Farukan Kingdom, my homeland, but in terrain only, he said slowly, echoing the same thought he had told to Asra. Only we have Wylla the Fiery instead of my mother at the helm, he smiled thin, glancing at her. Wylla, he could tell, had a short fuse. Mahler was someone he was less familiar with and thus couldn't speak to. In structure, his birthplace and Sagtannet had nothing in common. For that, he was thankful.