Blacktail Deer Plateau you got me in love again

Reyson had grown to haunting the borders. He didn't know what else to do. He had grown further into his solitary being. He sought out his mate, his left children and Tamar. Any other time he stayed to the borders and hunting.

For 6 rotations of the seasons Reyson had walked this earth. He had been beaten and brutalized. He had walked beside death a time or two. He had fought to survive and once he had fought to die. But somewhere something higher than him had refused to snuff out his life. 

Those years and that brutal life was beginning to really show. His scars were growing starker as his fur grew lighter. The edges of his muzzle were growing grey spots. And in the mornings he felt it deep wothin his bones that rough life.