Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

Wraen. Still it made his heart squeeze painfully to think of her. A fondness shone in his eyes for a moment. "Wraen. I miss her," He said, softly. "I was living here, with the Redhawks at that time, I think. I used to go to Wraen all the time, for advice, or stories," He said. "Has it really been that long?" He asked, though it was more rhetorical than anything. He begrudged the passing so so much time...He still felt like he was just a dumb teenager, still trying to figure out how to live his life. It felt impossible to think that he wasn't just a yearling anymore, and hadn't been for some time. 

Maybe that was his problem; maybe it was time to grow up. 

He grimaced lightly at the mention of the Saints. Not much had come from the rising threat of the Saints, he thought. Nor from Ursus. Stories, legends, warnings- but they hadn't brought war, and he was thankful for that. "Glad to be rid of them," He said. 

Akashingo was still a novelty to him- he'd make a note to try and visit some time, if they were on such good terms. If felt right to mention Mereo, though, given both its proximity and its importance to him. "There's also Mereo, just in the mountains to the north, in the canyon...They're...Military, so...They're pretty territorial." He shrugged. He didn't like militaries.  "But my son lives there. Which is kind of odd, because he's a total goofball, but...What can you do. Kids're just...Gonna do what they want," He said with a sad smile.