King Elk Forest imbrium

The borders were something the Baron usually strayed from. He had no interest in walking invisible lines, leave that for those with brawn and no brain, or for those who at least held more interest. There were plenty who enjoyed patrolling and Calhoun knew his skills laid elsewhere. He was a hunter at best, sure he had what it takes to do the walk, but he'd rather not talk. It was no secret Cal loathed outsiders.

So fortune really shined down on him as the man followed a fresh scent trail to the grey-clad guard. Already a bitter taste rose from his throat at the sighting, but he was not one to turn tail at a potential conflict. Instead, he pressed on, simply choosing to ignore Germanicus' presence and go back to tracking down his prey. If he was lucky, the guard would do the same.