Cedar Sweep Everybody with your fists raised high,

I apologize on Blair's way of greeting lol. He's just a obnoxious ginger that means well.

Jeez, how long was he going to walk? Blair cursed in Gaelic as he explored the lands that resembled his homeland, not missing what he used to roam in. Sometimes a change of scenery was great as it helped the wandering mind, but it never settled the homesickness of days gone by. Not that the ginger hated his upbringing. In fact, if he stayed at home, Blair probably would have been pretty happy about it. However, the wanderlust and instincts that grew in his younger days was enough that he needed to go off on his own for a while, as any man would do when it was time for him to become a man anyway.

Blair carried with him a large femur he had salvaged from an elk. It was rather heavy on one end and occasionally, Blair would chuck it across the field after doing a couple of spins. It would look rather odd to anyone else that may not have understood him. To Blair, this was an important sport to his kin. The further the femur was thrown, the stronger the wolf was considered to be. Blair was skilled at many things such as fighting and hunting, but sports and a show of prowess and skill is where he got the most enjoyment. Competition was one of his favorite things to stay busy with, and there was no harm in making a competition out of almost everything, right?

Deciding to take a break, Blair set the femur down and took a seat, not realizing that Nyra was down the way not too far. She was in view and her white coat got his attention. It was a beautiful creature with a coat as white as snow, and the golden eyes reminded him of a snowy owl. Blair continued to watch her, even as she pissed on a tree to mark it, before moving on. The woman held herself with an air of confidence and leadership, rightfully not one to piss off, but his sore feet took anyway any level of common sense out of him.

"Oy! If yer gunna piss, do eet down wind, aye?" said Blair in a thick accent.