Blacktail Deer Plateau dirty, dirty boy

Sanguinex had little use for rest. His feet kept him on the move, whether it was hunting for small game or patrolling the newfound borders of Basilica. Calling this place home would still take time to get used to, but taking up these new responsibilities was not as difficult. 

While traipsing along the border, the deathbringer could hear the dreadfather's call. It was time to let the wilds know who inhabited this land. A devilish smirk curved upon his lip. He was liking this man more and more. Unlike most, their leader knew of his priorities. 

Rather eagerly, the muddled man lifted his head and joined along. His tone was sharp and quite loud; done so purposefully. Though below that of his liege, Sanguinex wanted his voice to be heard above all others. Another notion of his intentions to climb high.