Golden Glade Still a soldier

Reyson listened, and said nothing. Two packs, he had belonged to two. The first had torn everything from him to rebuild him, only to tear it all apart. And nowt his one. He didn't know what was on the horizon for him, but he would meet it as he met everything, fearlessly.

That's fine, though if you prefer somewhere closer that doesn't encroach upon your pack. I can go there. I don't mind walking. And he didn't he liked to feel the movement of his muscles to push himself so far. It made him feel alive.