LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr was out on border patrol when the call rang out. He'd been walking the far border of the Gale Gorge, taking note of the animal tracks he found to report back to Inga and the hunters. Without the rich foilage of the terra to give him cause to practice the healing arts he'd settled instead for battle training and patrolling. Lyndvarr would switftly turn to the source of the call and would arrive a bit later than many of the other wolves but he would give his aunt a brief greeting before going to sit next down to Inga and her companions. They didn't throw him off, he'd seen them before… though his eyes narrowed slightly at Balthazaar who had a bad habit of plucking bits of fur off unsuspecting pups.
