Barrow Fields (ver)x gon' give it to ya

@Vaati

It wasn't often he strayed outside the territory, but today he found himself itching for something. Itching for trouble, specifically. He wasn't seeking it out in particular, but if it happened to cross his path. . .he wouldn't run away, that was for damn sure.

It was this and the fact that Aure hadn't returned yet, and he missed her something fierce. Normally, he'd take out his pent-up energy on her lovely body, but obviously that wasn't an option. Nor was pursuing Isleña. It was too soon to open that can of worms.

The brute trotted across the field, casting a dark look toward the trees that Rusalka called home. Beneath them, he knew, was the sound, the land that they'd stolen. Jumped-up motherfuckers.