The Dawn of New

Though the beast had been occupied with his duties, he always made time for his mind to wander to the tan female he had taken under his wing. And occasionally, his gaze would wander over to somewhere in the Vale where he would imagine she might be. She had been given time to grow accustomed to the Vale, and in such Raheerah had been solitary again. Though he imagined it would not last for long; in fact, being apart from her had grown to irritate him. She was similar to Lham in her innocence, but Lham had the monk for protection, whereas nobody would watch over Xi'nuata but he. And even though Raheerah was not the sort to entertain paranoia, he couldn't help but imagine some tragedy befalling her in his absence.

So once he had the time, he broke away from his responsibility to follow her scent. She scaled the mountain, and so he followed; very soon, he saw her clambering among the rocks of the mountain side. He observed her silently for a mere moment. A being in its natural state, graceful, attuned to the terrain for which it was created. Then, a low rumble suddenly exited his throat, a mangled bark reaching out for her attention. Raheerah shifted slightly, lending his weight closer to the ground before he rose and made his way towards her.