Northstar Vale So quiet

sorry for the novel length here! haven't written with him in awhile and wanted to get some thoughts out. <3

The days grew shorter, and darkness seemed to rule the world. Saleem wasn't terribly miffed by this, but it was an observation he made. During his days, he mostly kept to himself or spent time sparring with @Sylianos any chance he could get his brother to do so. He knew of Meadow and Reyson's children, but he didn't go out of his way to meet them. He spent time patrolling the borders now that he was older, too. Maybe not quite old enough to take on an intruder by himself, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try if given the chance.

Saleem was nearing nine months now, nearly full grown but still needing that extra padding to make him look the part. The only difference one could spot between himself and Silly was their eye colors and the mostly-hidden scar that graced his throat. He had still not found the thing that had attacked him, but at this point it felt moot. If it was still out there, it wasn't like it had a chance now. Saleem would make quick work of it if he ever found it again.

Reyson was a common sight on his patrols, and today was no different. The heavily-scarred brutish Eidos was standing, looking out over the horizon at who-knows-what. Saleem had learned not to ask too many questions now that he'd gotten older. Still, small talk didn't seem to be off the table, so he approached with a wave of his tail.

Wanna go find something better to do? he asked. Maybe spar with me, or track down some herds nearby? There were times—many times—when Saleem wished for just a smidge more excitement in his life. Not that he wanted to get his throat ripped out again, but sometimes the world seemed to move at an impossibly slow speed, and there was little he could do to keep it moving forward.