Redsand Canyon rogue

he had learned of a neighboring pack. fresh and ripe, to the east of mereo.

with the bits of knowledge he had gathered, he returned home. resting only briefly before he went on a search for none other than imperator @Germanicus.

there is a place to the east, down the mountainside. he started with, eyes warm.

there was no grim news in his words.

maxim had gone. now he came with his report.

the eagle received the man at the forum. he lifted his chin to hear the first and waited to hear the rest.

he had come to learn that silence was often an invitation to speak more.

kvarsheim. newly formed. just beyond the meadow and valley.

empty places leading to the new place of life.

led by a sanja and tuktuq. they have young — and old.

sanja. taktuq. kvarsheim.

he pondered the word in his mind. old and young implied that they were more than likely a family group. "what manner of place is it and how many days from mereo?" he asked, ready to file away further details.

i'm... guesstimating this travel time lol

the elder who greeted me was a rather friendly man named gunnar. he explained in an orderly manner. i have no reason to think they are anything but a basic unit.

two days. i have been invited back to possibly meet those at the head. i am happy to keep diplomatic missions with them.

but he did not declare he would. that was for the imperator to greenlight or not.

lol good with me

two days. kvarsheim.

"hail, legatus." germanicus showed a brief pride. "your mission is complete. and i would like you visit again when winter comes."

when he was addressed, it was as legatus. heat rose in his cheeks for a moment. boyish admiration for the imperator in his gaze.

thank you, imperator. i will do so.

his tail offered a few brief waves.

germanicus was pleased, for already maxim was a fine officer.

"the goal for mereo this wintertide is to establish the potential for a mock battle with another pack. preferably one with fighters to match our own." was there one such?

i have not seen one yet.

which perhaps explained that he did not think kvarsheim was a place of warriors, especially not for mock battle.

i can commune further with zahir, perhaps. if you wish me to scout one.

"i would." the woman should learn from many. "she is ready to work, i can see it in her. she will rise if she keeps such effort."

the man drew up. "go your way." and his voice was warm. "i will speak with you again."

all was well and settled. maxim could depart from the imperator with a refined sense of duty and loyalty. ever present and growing.

he dipped his head once in deep respect, before he pulled off. prepared to cut towards the married housing.