Blacktail Deer Plateau he'll be a hero

Reyson was not man of many conversations. And truth be told he preferred silence to chatter. However, he also knew in order to properly show his children how to assimilate, he would need to as well.

So with a small wariness deep inside he treaded towards the borders. He'd been given a title of warrior and he wore it as he had worn all his mantles humbly prideful.

He scratched along the borders, tufts of fur and long claw marks in the soft dirt. Occasionally leaving water where he felt like it. Blue eyes taking in everything with quick even glances.