Frostfire Ridge Lands that call my name

Tveir pawstepped through the the land. He remembered these areas. Each step brought the memories closer. Saena, Junior, Mercury. So many, though he scented nothing of them anymore. Though would he even be able to tell their scent years later now. He remembered the babies he had left at his mother's breast, he had loved them, but he had left them. Perhaps Mercury had been right all those years ago, perhaps he was as selfish and cowardly as them all. Leaving his mother to fend for herself, the babies. But those were the regrets of a young man, he had grown into peace with his choices, despite that they had affected more than he.

He was old, but not yet tired. His time would come and he'd disappear into the mist, hunt in the halls if Valhalla if his father was to be believed.