Northstar Vale [j] The Tears of Agea

His days had been busy lately; teaching those who fell into his faction, wandering the borders and ensuring their safety, protecting this pack. It was his sworn duty, the promise he had made. It was by no means the promise he made to the monk, or any form of obedience towards the older male. It was purely on Lham's behalf that he should guard her for as long as he lived and, now, Xi'nuata. He had purpose here. As long as Lham would need him, he would be there. As long as his light, Xi'nuata, shown - she would cast a shadow, and it would be him. It was his vow. And, for the first time, he felt somewhat st peace. By some strange fate, some mysterious force, his hellish storm had subsided - for now.

The call of another radiated out into the sky, and Raheerah was quick to leave his route to tend to it. The consistent calling of strangers outside the borders of the valley had began to irritate him, but they were not without merit - most of the time, they presented an able-bodied wolf willing to serve. So he made his way, and was satisfied to see not only a healthy looking male, but near him the familiar form of his light.

The dragon emitted a gruff grunt, announcing himself. His single eye, molten in its glare, focused on the female before he looked to the stranger. Small and thin, but nothing a couple days of food and rest couldn't fix. He remained silent, tipping his head in a nod of acknowledgement, but nothing more - the stage would be his to explain himself.