Tragic words

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This is the way the wind blows.

Perhaps he should head to the other ends of these lands. Boreas had a lot to offer, when exploring foreign lands he had to go through each and every crevice after all. The large male stepping through the wash as his paws left soft prints in the soft snow. Sprinkled around the area as he hummed partly to himself as he walked with his head held up high. His dark fur helped him with the dimming light since night approached. Hakon rather enjoyed it when the moon was out, when he had the energy of course. His tail would flick behind himself as he stopped in a good spot to sit. That way, he could watch the sunset and enjoy the stars. The male was fully fed, fully operational, as such it gave some leeway to relax after training a few jumps. Then Hakon could make plans for the future.