The Tangle get loose get low get low

party time!!

It was true he'd been flux with his residency in the Rise, roaming and ranging across the Taiga when given the chance. In the end, he tried to make his presence on the Rise known to account for this. As was his duty in a way. And thus he spent most of his time there on the borders. Until—

A call for him; he knows the voice when it reaches his ears—one he hadn't heard in quite awhile—and abandons his patrol.


The trek takes him longer than expected. After all, the land was difficult for most to traverse.

But it seems he wasn't the first on the scene. The familiar, ghost-like figure of Moon Runner stands out to him, then the ruddy coat of Chani. It had been awhile since he's seen her, but he can espy that air of confidence from miles away. She's accompanied by a partner this time, another girl, their age.

He approaches the group with a low croon, tail wagging high. The Berserkr gives Moon Runner a thoughtful nudge to the shoulder with his nose to dispel the tension. I know them. Well, one of them, at least.

Hi, strangers. He greets with a glimmer of mischief in his eye as he regards Chani, and then her companion.