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Reyson's ears would twitch as noises came to him from inside the palace. Smells too danced and curled around him, though he couldn't quite get rid of the cloying scent of fermented honey, pressed with sweetness of berries. It was not pleasant to the beast.

She settled near him and he dipped a muzzle down in thanks, and then turned his eyes back to the sky and surrounding area. The wind whistling along his fur, stirring it into curls and curves, slicing along the scars that made up his hide. He could see far and wide here.

Reyson looked her over. I apologize that I didn't seek you out there to say hello and introduce myself.

He sighed, as he shifted. I prefer quietness. I suppose it comes from my way of life. I came to Mereo recently and the life i lived before this one, was not a peaceful one. So now i make it a habit to seek out peace. There are too many bodies. I cannot watch everyone and they are often at my back and sides. I do not like to be closed in by sounds and bodies.