Northstar Vale hungry heart

Reyson was never far from Meadow when he wasn't attending to the duties that Tamar and Arsenio had given him. He still had to speak to Tamar about teaching, but he had been avoiding the she wolf honestly, because he still didn't know what was happening. Nor did he have any say in it not really. He had told Meadow he would follow her lead here and he meant it. She knew this place and these wolves better than him.

Though unlike his lovely healer, there was a gentle peace to him that Antigone was not here. The more he thought of the boy the more he realized that boy was gonna do bad things. He would take and take and never give and unless he learned better. Well he was gonna turn out like those that had taken all of Reyson's loved ones. Because sometimes you were just born bad.

Meadow would find him stretched out in the sun, dripping water from the river he had dunked himself in after a patrol of the borders and a run. He had even climbed some of the smaller peaks that made up the bowl of the vale, pressing a burning into his muscles. something that he sought and wanted, that burn. Pain simply let him know he was still alive. Blue eyes closed to the afternoon sun, stretched out as far as he could. Large body taking up more room than most, but he delighted in the sun upon his fur.