Northstar Vale The awkwardness of broness

Reyson moved through the pack lands. @Towhee's scent was heavy on the air, and he felt the pull that probably all the males in the vicinity felt, but he also knew he'd never act on it. One, well it was Towhee.....and she just wasn't his type. Two Maxim would rip his throat out and dance on his grave. Three Meadow would help Maxim.

Reyson moved throughout the land. His face slowly scabbing over and his blue eyes losing the heady, crazy light that had made it's home there for a time. He had hated Akashingo, and he wished he'd have never gone. Now they were in god only knew what kind of predicament, and he was partially to blame he was sure. Somehow.

He had free reign of Epoch, but he tried to stay near the borders and the edges. HE didn't want to go too deeply inside.