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He had come down from far, and he had taken his time to do so. Blackfeather Woods was his destiny, for despite having a vague attachment to his past life he still believed that there were ties that bound him to that place which he could not get rid of. His father was there, his sister and brothers were there (or so he believed) and though she no longer belonged, the memories of his mother also drew him there.

But what use is rushing if one were to live a hundred years?

Keelut had ventured places where knowledge and spirituality abounded. He had been enlightened in more than a single way and now the world was his home. The gods and deities came by the millions, one for each twinkle in the night sky, one for each grain of sand and drop of rainwater. Everything from the sky to deep within the lupine body was a spectacle to admire, and Keelut wanted to admire it all.

With @Tizheruk noodling close by his side Keelut trotted down the plains with fairy strides. The great lake of blue in the distance had caught his attention from the mountain range, and once there the thriving herds of beastly bison had dragged him further in the opposite direction of the dark woods. He had picked an interest in a particular individual. A male by the looks of it, he was larger than most, yet considerably shier. Keelut chased him from afar at first and gradually gained his confidence to at last cut enough distance to feel the warmth of his breath embracing his pale figure. It was exciting, being so close to such powerful beast, able to crack his skull with a single hoof should he wish to, and yet find such tranquility in his company.

For a moment it was only the two of them in the world, each as intrigued in the other as their counterpart. Keelut had lost track of his reptilian friend, and not even the rest of the herd held much importance. Certainly the priest that lingered close by failed to catch the mad boy's attention.