the setting sun will be our guide

He smiled briefly and dipped his head to his Praetor, noticing the small show of affection he gave the crimson female before leaving towards the forest with the female by his heels. A faint smile drifted across his tawny features, mint green eyes glowing brightly underneath the darkening sky. Turning to the other yearling that brushed his shoulder, he nudged him back in a friendly manner before he too turned and made his way towards the central meadow where the wildflowers roamed free. He found a large tree in the distance and made his way towards it, the start of the forest.

Curling up at the base of the tree, he smiled, noticing a bright streak of red fire across the sky. Mars. His patron god was looking out for him, for no matter where he went, he would always be a Roman. A son of Mars. And tomorrow would be the beginning of a new life, a new destiny, a new start.