om is the bow, the arrow is soul

Creed had similar reasoning. Nagendra smiled at the other wolf’s sentiment. He began to walk closer, heading to the right of the other towards the edge of the water. Such a lush place this whole island area was, he was surprised he hadn’t run into anyone else sooner. ”Do you live near here? Or, do you know if anyone does, for that matter?” he inquired curiously, looking over his shoulder for a second with a brow raised. He looked back over the water, examining the beaver dam again and all the reeds that lined the edge of the water. The places he’d explored here so far were bountiful – the perfect place to support a big pack. Maybe others didn’t know about this place. It was pretty far from where he’d originally been exploring in the mainland, if he remembered correctly.

He had begun to have a growing fondness for the dense vegetation of the southern continent, and wondered if he would be able to spare the time to come back here if he established himself in the mainland once more - in Imperium. Certainly, there were forests and the like up there, but here seemed more wild, closer to the heart of Mother Nature. Or perhaps it was just the isolation he liked so much.