Dahozhoni Meadow I'm starting to hate it here

It was strange, the way things were falling into place.

He had left home to find something more accepting, only to return with his brother a month or so later. He had left Verapaz to venture out, and yet he had crawled back to the basin all the same. At the very least Kemal was here now; it was good to have someone he knew he could trust.

Venturing forward from the packlands he held an unassuming expression, one that left much to be questioned. Stars hung over the lowlands, framing the moon as it beaconed down on the earth. It was quiet, the only sound being the wind as it softly blew past.

Releasing a sigh Arslan lowered himself to a sit. Just for tonight, the lion had doused his flames.